Gutensohn Kirksville Quotes & Sayings

If I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.I'd dream about the way you smell and how your dark hair feels like silk between my fingers. I'd dream about the smoothness of your skin and the fierceness of your lips when we kiss. Without dreams,I have to be content with my own imagination - which is almost as good. I can picture all those things perfectly. — Richelle Mead

No matter how much creativity goes into it, cooking is an art. Or perhaps I should say a craft. It abides by absolute rules, physics, chemistry, etc. and that means that unless you understand the science you cannot reach the art. We're not talking about painting here. Cooking's more like engineering. I happen to think that there is great beauty in great engineering. — Alton Brown

Forget 'redeeming social value,' dirty pictures are fun . When I die I want my ashes sprinkled over a nudist camp. — L. Neil Smith

My experiences have taught me a lot and I'm happy with my learnings, if not with what I went through to learn. — Ally Sheedy

Success means pursuing a career that inspires you-brings passion to your life and totally absorbs your energy. — Marin Alsop

I've had a chance to fly a lot of different airplanes, but it was nothing like the shuttle ride. — Chris Hadfield

There is no such thing as paranoia. Your worst fears can come true at any moment. — Hunter S. Thompson

It was about this time that I began experiencing the beginnings of my battles with an anxiety disorder. We were touring a lot and there were some developing personal problems within the band. — Jack Irons

There had come to him one of those moments of quiet despair that lie in wait for even the happiest. Stealthy-footed they leap upon us, as we walk along the street, as we sit at evening with fruit and wine upon the table and laughter on our lips, as we wake suddenly from sleep in the hour before dawn; neither at our work nor our play nor our prayers are we safe, those moments can leap at any time out of the blackness around human life and suddenly the colors that we have nailed to our mast are there no longer and all that we have grasped is dust. — Elizabeth Goudge