Hypersensitive Nervous System Quotes & Sayings

Beware what you consume, lest you appetite grow by what it feeds on. — Candace Bushnell

The competitive nation-state system, with all its capacity for good and evil, is spreading in the Third World and is transforming that world. — Robert Gilpin

My favorite splurges are cheese pizza with hot peppers, Haagen-Dazs maple-walnut ice cream, Giant brand ice cream sandwiches, and fire sticks - those hot candies the size of a three-inch ruler. — Lindsay Wagner

I fear Washington and centralized government more than I do Moscow. — Barry Goldwater

You are the two halves of a whole. You must be different, like light and shadow- he brings you caution to temper your recklessness, and you bring him recklessness to temper his caution. Without each other you would not function as well as you do. That is what parabatai means. — Cassandra Clare

At one point I had a stretch where it was working on 'In Treatment,' then 'True Blood,' then 'Durham County,' then 'True Blood,' then 'In Treatment' again. If I didn't have that little dose of 'True Blood' in the middle, I might have lost my mind. — Michelle Forbes

I was socially isolated as a kid. I had friends, but I wasn't very good at sports and that sort of thing so I became quite comfortable being by myself, exploring. The world was my private playground, and in it, I was supreme. Darwin, Faraday, Huxley and other great scientists were my companions. — Vilayanur S. Ramachandran

I am Joe's Complete Lack of Surprise. — Chuck Palahniuk

The line separating the real from the imaginary is infinitesimally small. Or is it there at all? — Ben McKinnon

Panicked, she dropped the suitcase and started edging away. In her haste she caught the backs of her knees on the arm of the sofa, lost her balance and landed flat on her back on the cushions.
His eyes gleaming with amusement, Nick looked at the delectable beauty sprawled invitingly across the sofa. I'm flattered,honey, but I'd like something to eat first.What are you serving-besides baked shoes? — Judith McNaught