Grossinger Cadillac Quotes & Sayings

Raining agen it wer nex morning. Theres rains and rains. This 1 wer coming down in a way as took the hart and hoap out of you there wer a kynd of brilyants in the grey it wer too hard it wer too else it made you feal like all the tracks in the worl wer out paths nor not a 1 to bring you back. Wel of coarse they are but it dont all ways feal that way. It wer that kynd of morning when peopl wernt jus falling in to what they done naturel they had to work ther selfs in to it. Seamt like a lot of tea got spilt at breakfas nor the talk wernt the userel hummeling and mummeling there wer some thing else in it. Like when you see litening behynt the clouds. — Russell Hoban

It was like they were rubbing it in her face. They were lively, passionate and happy. She was bored, single and lonely. — India Lee

Art should be sublime and a little silly. — Marty Rubin

Truth is a point of view, but authenticity can't be faked. — Peter Guber

Genuine dialogue, not rhetorical bomb-throwing, leads to progress. — Mark Udall

Prayers said by good people are always good prayers — Willa Cather

Mothers have need of sharp eyes and discreet tongues
when they have girls to manage — Louisa May Alcott

He's safe, I repeated to myself over and over again. But even I knew it wasn't the truth. For now he was safe, but they'd find him. Eventually they'd find him, they always do. I was supposed to protect him. I was supposed to keep him alive. Instead I'd brought him directly into the lion's pit. — Nicole Sobon

You can only fight one man at a time with a sword, but, with a pen, you can compose a lecture to bore legions of enemy troops to death. — Lindsay Buroker

Johanna bent her head far back to look up into the leafy canopy and the rainy sky. There was a cautious wonder on her face. She said something in Kiowa in a low voice. So much water, such giant trees, each possessing a spirit. Drops like jewels cascaded from their spidery hands. — Paulette Jiles

Instead I find myself more and more outside; from one courtyard I move to another courtyard, as if in this palace all the doors served only for leaving and never for entering. — Italo Calvino

It smells like the past. But not the dead past. It's so alive. — Deborah Harkness

In war, the strong make slaves of the weak, and in peace the rich makes slaves of the poor. — Oscar Wilde

No one had ever told her about the ingredients of life, only of biscuits. — Jonathan Odell