Halifax Taxi Quotes & Sayings

Aw, fuck," Ripper muttered. Crossing his arms over his chest, the guy leaned back against the doorjamb.
"Danny," he said, glancing over his shoulder. "Shit just got real, baby. — Madeline Sheehan

With every record, with each band, I just try to make a song good. I'm not so much focusing on my technique. There are a million better drummers than me. I try to adapt to the songwriter; I try to adapt to the situation and retain my sort of melodic power. My goal is for the band to be good. — Janet Weiss

News reporters are certainly liberal and left of center. — Walter Cronkite

Our lives are like these things I make. Turn 'em, build 'em, bake 'em in fire. That's what you've been, son. Baked and fired. But a pot don't have the right to choose whether he be for water, wine, or just left empty. You have, son. You have. — Joanne Harris

A man can get discouraged many times but he is not a failure until he begins to blame somebody else and stops trying. — John Burroughs

I'm relentless. My mother says I could sell ice to the Eskimos. — Sharon Stone

For the present when backed by the past is a thousand times deeper than the present when it presses so close that you can feel nothing else — Olivia Laing

For me, the best thing I can do is play live. The best way for me to put over what I'm trying to do is to play live. Whether it's an acoustic show, electric or whatever ... if I shine at all, that's where it all really happens - it just took me a while to rediscover that. — Paul Weller

The observances of the church concerning feasts and fasts are tolerably well kept, since the rich keep the feasts and the poor the fasts. — Philip Sidney

I'm a fighter by nature and nothing will ever change that. — Anastacia

You'll lose."
"What makes you so sure?"
"You have no discipline. All you do is tear down shit down. My father is a bastard, but at least he builds things. You turn cities into smoking ruins and blunder about like some hyper child, smashing anything you see. And then you sit here and wonder, 'Why did all of my children turn out to be violet idiots? It's a mystery of nature,'. — Ilona Andrews