Jeremy Brown Quotes & Sayings

I don't think Jeremy Corbyn's going to stay, he's going to go. He knows parliamentary party have no faith in him. — Gordon Brown

Some good souls found The Candidate cynical. I wonder what they'll think when they read this portrait of the real-life Jerry Brown ... This is the book that could force the little fox into the open. — Jeremy Larner

I think I'm right-brained, incapable of managing my way out of a brown paper bag. — Jeremy Grantham

...I'm momentarily transfixed, torn between curiosity and fear. I can pull it up the gently sloping mud bank, but then what? Already thought is lagging behind events, as the blotchy brown mass slides up wet mud toward me, its amorphous margins flowing into the craters left by retreating feet. In the center of the yard-wide disc is a raised turret where two eyes open and close, flashing black. And it's bellowing. A loud rhythmic sound that is at first inexplicable until I realize that those blinking eyes are its spiracles, now sucking in air instead of water, which it is pumping out via gill slits on its underside. And all the while it brandishes that blade, stabbing the air like a scorpion... — Jeremy Wade

I'm only a god, Vanya, not an expert. — Orson Scott Card

When Clinton said he was going to create 8 million new jobs, I didn't think they were all going to be tax collectors. — Jay Leno

There are stories to tell that are not songs. — Michka Assayas

The triple of Jeremy Brown's imagination, in reality, is a home run. — Michael Lewis

I'm a big believer in first impressions," he finally said. "Tell me what your first thought was when Jason walked into the courtroom."
Taylor took a sip of her drink and grinned. This one was easy. "I vowed to hate him forever."
Jeremy's brown eyes twinkled at this. "That's exactly what I said nineteen years ago, five minutes after he first walked into our dorm room. — Julie James

The closer you get to death, the more alive you feel. Dylan Thomas wrote, Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. My dad always taught me to live like that. Dad wrote a poem too. It goes, Dune buggies. Woohoo! — Christopher Titus

Tonight, hell sends an angel bearing gifts... — James O'Barr