Jackye Sg Quotes & Sayings

I work all day, and get half drunk at night.
Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.
In time the curtain edges will grow light.
Till then I see what's really always there:
Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,
Making all thought impossible but how
And where and when I shall myself die. — Philip Larkin

Showers: I must have wounded him.
Storm: With a cookie? — Richard Castle

I've always been proud of being a Hoosier. When I talk to people, I tell them that. — Robert Wise

It wasn't easy looking dignified wearing a bed sheet and a purple cape. — Rick Riordan

In inorganic chemistry the radicals are simple; in organic chemistry they are compounds - that is the sole difference. — Jean-Baptiste Dumas

For all my education, accomplishments, and so called 'wisdom' ... I can't fathom my own heart. — Michael Caine

When I interview people, I look at their values. I always say that the best chance of success is if the individual's values are aligned with the corporate values. — Paul Polman

Some people are consumed with thoughts and memories from their past. Their mourning, regretting, rehashing, and begrudging doom them to life imprisonment in their painful past. — Thich Nhat Hanh

I felt like there was a void in the marketplace in girl groups. Musically, there is something truly exciting about harmonies in one song. A group has more to offer. — Kelly Rowland

All of the designers I have met up to this point have been very nice, although upon being introduced to Karl Lagerfeld, he looks me up and down and dismisses me with the not super-kind, "What can you write that hasn't been written already?"
He's absolutely right, I have no idea. I can but try. The only thing I can come up with right now is that Lagerfeld's powdered white ponytail has dusted the shoulders of his suit with what looks like dandruff but isn't ... seated on a tiny velvet chair, with his large doughy rump dominating the miniature piece of furniture like a loose, flabby, ass-flavored muffin over-risen from its pan, he resembles a Daumier caricature of some corpulent, overfed, inhumane oligarch drawn sitting on a commode, stuffing his greedy throat with the corpses of dead children, while from his other end he shits out huge, malodorous piles of tainted money. How's that for new and groundbreaking, Mr. L.?
— David Rakoff