Kitchie Quotes & Sayings

How can you even dream I might be teasing?
Well, you haven't once said you loved me.
That's all you need? Easy. I love you. Okay? Want it louder? I love you. Spell it out, should I? I ell-oh-vee-ee why-oh-you. Want it backward? You love I.
You are teasing me now; aren't you?
A little maybe — William Goldman

I found out later than even an education and a cushioned introduction to power cannot make a great leader. — Fredrik Nath

What was the point of education, he thought, if people went out afterward and used it? — Terry Pratchett

I want minimum information given with maximum politeness. — Jackie Kennedy

The only end in sight was Yossarian's own, and he might have remained in the hospital until doomsday had it not been for that patriotic Texan with his infundibuliform jowls and his lumpy, rumpleheaded, indestructible smile cracked forever across the front of his face like the brim of a black ten-gallon hat. — Joseph Heller

I have tried to offer them my deepest compassion while maintaining my conviction that social change comes most meaningfully through nonviolent action. — Martin Luther King Jr.

Growing up, we had folk records. — Alison Krauss

How can you do the moonwalk and ask a woman to dance? Hey baby lets dance ... cya later! — Eddie Murphy

I've always been strong-minded, but I wonder. — Alicia Keys

The hardest thing about writing my second album is that I had 20 years to write my first album. — Halsey

Sometimes you can't see yourself clearly until you see yourself through the eyes of others. — Ellen DeGeneres

Life's splendor forever lies in wait about each one of us in all its fullness, but veiled from view, deep down, invisible, far off. It is there, though, not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If you summon it by the right word, by its right name, it will come. — Franz Kafka

When she was little, someone gave her some weird book called The Wife Store. It was about a very lonely man who decided that he wanted to get married. So he went to the wife store, where endless women lined enormous shelves. He picked himself a wife and bought her. She was bagged up and put in a cart. He took her home. After that, the two of them went to the children store to buy a few kids.
Petey read this book over and over. Not because she liked it, but because she kept waiting for the story to change, kept waiting for the day she'd turn the page and a woman would get to the husband store. She kept waiting for justice. But, of course, the story never changed. She never got justice. If Petey were keeping one of her lists of the things she hated, she wold have to add: the fact that there was no justice. But The Wife Store was still on her shelf at home, if only to remind her that there were assholes in the world who would write such things, believe such things. — Laura Ruby

Not responding is a response. — Jonathan Carroll