Ialah Chot Quotes & Sayings

Mashed potato is the gentile's chicken soup. It's nature's tranquilizer. I take it instead of valium. — Andrew Payne

Well, I once recall an old master sergeant once telling me that NCOs look after the men so that officers can figure out how to get them killed. That's the difference between maintenance and command. — Garth Ennis

Sleeping was impossible, and we would often be found wandering the house, our white nightgowns gleaming in the darkness, a trio of Lady Macbeths, driven mad by the mercury. — Eleanor Brown

My God, so much I like to drink Scotch that sometimes I think my name is Igor Stra-whiskey. — Igor Stravinsky

I've loved music always, and my music fire was lit by Elvis Presley, really, and all that was happening back then. — David Lynch

Wait. Did you just call me brave and beautiful? -Loki — Amanda Hocking

Mae West: "You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough." Wish I could believe her.
So many possibilities in life and so little time! — Judith Somborac

Within the walls of Love Hall, Lord Loveall could command this kind of respect. — Wesley Stace

She was incapable of love for any object not of her own choice and she resented anyone's demand for it. — Ayn Rand

Golf is a worrier's game, inward, concentrated, a matter of inches, invented by the same people who gave us Presbyterianism. — Robert Hass

Technology can do amazing things for us. It's something we need to keep an eye on. — Joseph Kosinski

My interest in this started one night when I was doing stand-up in a small club in New York. I was talking about texting and I asked for a volunteer who'd met someone recently and had been texting back and forth with them. I read the back-and-forth messages of one gentleman and made jokes about how we were all dealing with some version of this nonsense. I quickly noticed that one woman seemed very puzzled. I asked her why she looked so bewildered, and she explained that this was something that just didn't happen in France, where she was from. This kind of back-and-forth simply didn't exist, she claimed. I asked her, "Okay, well, what would a guy in France text you, if you met him at a bar?" She said, "He would write . . . 'Fancy a fuck?'" And I said, "Whoa. What would you write back?" She said, "I would write yes or no depending on whether I fancied one or not." I was stunned - that kind of makes so much more sense, right? — Aziz Ansari