Inlay Lake Quotes & Sayings

Because Dickens and Dostoyevsky and Woody Guthrie were telling their stories much better than I ever could, I decided to stick to my own mind. — Bob Dylan

When a woman becomes her individual most effective close friend existence is simpler. — Diane Von Furstenberg

The political is replacing the metaphysical as the characteristic mode of grasping reality. — Harvey Cox

But Bill Clinton had the good taste to lie about his sexual peccadillos. He had the honor and the decency to want to cover it up. — Lynn Samuels

Dear, lovely game of cricket that can stir us so profoundly, that can lift up our hearts and break them. — Neville Cardus

We moved into the back, made it into a little 50s sitting room and started to sell the records. We had an immediate success. For one thing, these Teddy Boys were thrilled to buy the records. — Vivienne Westwood

I don't deny myself food. I'm no saint. I love butter and cream, but I also eat lots of grains and fruits. — Catherine Zeta-Jones

I think each movie-making process is a very exhausting and satisfying and fulfilling experience for me. — Ang Lee

The Champagne they have stored is getting more valuable every year. — Johnny Carson

If I worship the fact that I don't worship anything, amongst other things what I'm worshipping is denial. — Craig D. Lounsbrough

A potlatch is similar to a court case in that both are prohibitively expensive; both involve lengthy speeches and the vigorous examination and debate of the actions, rights and legal responsibilities of the participants. One has food, singing and spiritual rites; the other, not so much. — Eden Robinson

When someone is dancing madly in a blissful state, in ecstasy after meditation, he is creating vibrations around him. They may penetrate into anyone. They can become infectious; they do become infectious. This ecstasy can go to others also; this ecstasy can be felt. Others hearts will be touched by it. And if you can create ripples around you, vibrations, you have served the world, and there is no other way to serve it - you have served the divine, and there is no other way to serve it. — Rajneesh

How old are you, son?' Whitman asked.

'Going on seventeen.'

'So young,' he said, stroking the back of my hand with his poem-stained fingers. 'How did you come to lose your eye?'

I told him the story of my heroism, with embellishments--told it so well, I was nearly persuaded of my exceptional character.

'You sacrificed what little you had to call your own for democracy, freedom, and human dignity. You gave an eye, half of man's greatest blessing, when rich men up north paid a small price to keep themselves and their sons from harm.'

With those few words, accompanied by a glance that seemed to measure the dimensions of my meager existence, Whitman made me see myself as a sacrifice on the altar of wealth, but a hero notwithstanding. — Norman Lock