Hochman Salkin Quotes & Sayings

She's a nice girl, Tennessee said as a way of saying goodbye to them, as a way of saying thank you and I'm sorry, as a way of saying, I wish I had never let you go and I wish we had never met. — Ann Patchett

Creativity is a quality that we give to every activity that we do. — Rajneesh

Twelve magicians and two carnies have been shot dead doing the bullet catch. That's cool enough, but every night when we close our show with that trick and the loaded gun gets pointed in my face, it goes so far beyond cool. All I can think is 12 magicians, two carnies. — Penn Jillette

A hand was on my chest, under my clothing. The hand was hot, large, and definitely touching more than anyone without a medical degree had ever touched. — Ashlan Thomas

Every man's life is a train made of straw which tries to move on a track made of fire! The very next stop is ashes and dust. — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Don't believe Wikipedia, not everything written there is true. The Soviet Artists Union was not a communist party organization. It was a professional union, which did not protect you from the government if the government decided you were the enemy, but it did give you the possibility to work in your profession and survive. — Ilya Kabakov

The way I think about things and experience things is not particularly linear, and it's not orderly, and it's not pyramidical, and there are a lot of loops. — David Foster Wallace

Jeff Sessions is the lone voice in the Senate ... — Rush Limbaugh

In an unmoored life like mine, sleep and hunger and work arrange themselves to suit themselves, without consulting me. — Kurt Vonnegut

History was about to intervene: real adventure, real escape and adulthood were lurking, laughing, round the corner — Kate Morton

The maid came in to light up and soon it would be time to go upstairs and change for dinner. I thought this woman one of the most fascinating I had ever seen. She had a long thin face, dead white, or powdered dead white. Her hair was black and lively under her cap, her eyes so small that the first time I saw her I thought she was blind. But wide open, they were the most astonishing blue, cornflower blue, no, more like sparks of blue fire. Then she would drop her eyelids and her face would go dead and lifeless again. I never tired of watching this transformation. — Jean Rhys