Healthy Eats Joyful Life Quotes & Sayings

Aye. And I can do without a viper-tongued wench.""Wench? Wench? Lass is one thing, but did you just call me a wench? I'll have you know I'm a doctor. No one calls me a wench. I passed my boards with flying colors. I could take you apart and put you back together with my eyes closed. — Jennifer LaBrecque

Stand-up comedy is an art form and it dies unless you expand it. — Sam Kinison

Am I the Irish comedian with half a finger? No, I'm the Irish comedian with nine and a half fingers. — Dave Allen

If there's ever been a dark moment in my life ... well, I wanted to check out. Music was a big escape. — Gloria Estefan

You don't get a lot of suicidal vampires. — Stephenie Meyer

Growing up in Fitzgerald, I lived in an intense microcosm, where your neighbor knows what you're going to do even before you do, where you can recognize a family gene pool by the lift of an eyebrow, or the length of a neck, or a way of walking. What is said, what is left to the imagination, what is denied, withheld, exaggerated-all these secretive, inverted things informed my childhood. Writing the stories that I found in the box, I remember being particularly fascinated by secrets kept in order to protect someone from who you are. That protection, sharpest knife in the drawer, I absorbed as naturally as a southern accent. At that time, I was curious to hold up to the light glimpses of the family that I had so efficiently fled. We were remote-back behind nowhere-when I was growing up, but even so, enormous social change was about to crumble foundations. Who were we, way far South? "We're south of everywhere," my mother used to lament. — Frances Mayes

From 1934 to 1963, the biggest criminals in America ended up on Alcatraz. Nowadays they end up on Wall Street. — Craig Ferguson

Talents too many, not enough of any. — Naomi Wood

Black chaos comes, and the fettered gods of the earth say, Let there be light. — Thomas Hardy

Whether you're at the peak or the valley of any given wave, remember that this too shall pass. — Dashama Konah Gordon

Greta's car was three blocks away, and up ahead there looked to be a crowd of people gathering. They had probably come outside to see what the commotion was. Rapp stopped running. There was no quicker way to attract attention than running in street clothes at night when gunshots had been fired. The sirens were much closer now. At the next intersection a police car came skidding around the corner. Rapp's training kicked in. He stopped and stared directly at the two policemen in the front seat. That's what innocent people did. Guilty people looked away, hid their faces, and even ran. — Vince Flynn