Imenu360 Quotes & Sayings

Does anybody regret leaving a hotel room? Does anybody, who has a home, a real home somewhere, want to stay there? Does anybody look back with affection, or even disgust, at a hotel room when they leave it? — Toni Morrison

That I am today the face of Louis Vuitton almost seems like a twist of fate. You dream back to front, wanting the rewards before putting the work in. And then you work, get on with life, and just sometimes these childhood dreams have a way of catching up with you. This is a true privilege for which I am eternally grateful. — Xavier Dolan

Moment blighted Harold discovered that training meant knocking off pastry, taking exercise, and keeping away from the cigarettes, he was all against it, and it was only by unceasing vigilance that we managed to keep him in any shape at all. — P.G. Wodehouse

I'm hopeful that the energy efficiency and public buildings bill will have their endorsement. — Barbara Boxer

Your life is very different from mine. For one, you can transform into a wolf."
"I can," she agreed. "And you live with a vampire and gargoyle. That's not the typical human way, is it? — Lisa Carlisle

For me, nothing has ever taken precedence over being a mother and having a family and a home. — Jessica Lange

Danders Anders squealed with joy. The most malodorous sound in the world. — Justine Larbalestier

You know, with Hitler, the more I learn about that guy, the more I don't care for him. — Norm MacDonald

My goal is to go home and take a nap. — Laurie Halse Anderson

The President of the Church will not lead the people of the Church astray. It will never happen. — James E. Faust

I'm very blessed with the perfect husband. — Sam Taylor-Johnson

The United States dollar took another pounding on German, French and British exchanges this morning, hitting the lowest point ever known in West Germany. — Gordon Sinclair

I believe strongly that characters are five-dimensional, and they're complicated, and life is complicated, and people are complicated. — Lee Daniels

Lee watched the thin hands, the beautiful violet eyes, the flush of excitement on the boy's face. An imaginary hand projected with such force it seemed Allerton must feel the touch of ectoplasmic fingers caressing his ear, phantom thumbs smoothing his eyebrows, pushing the hair back from his face. Now Lee's hands were running down his ribs, the stomach. Lee felt the aching pain of desire in his lungs. — William S. Burroughs