Lenfant Terrible New Orleans Quotes & Sayings

I suppose if I had to give a one-word answer to the question of why I read, that word would be pleasure. The kind of pleasure you can get from reading is like no other in the world. — Wendy Lesser

My first car was a 1986 Toyota pickup. — Michael Steger

It's an insane, insane crime, a lot of it isn't going to make sense. That's why people are so obsessed with these murders. If they made any sense, they wouldn't really be mysteries, right? — Gillian Flynn

I didn't write this song. Someone was talking in a room. I just wrote down everything they said. — Jeff Ament

I brought my first fall/winter line to New York, and it was confiscated by U.S. Customs. They asked, 'What is the value of this?' I said, 'I'm not so good with existential questions.' — John Malkovich

A man better appreciates love when he has been forced for so long to go without. — Brandon Sanderson

Some people come by the name of genius in the same way that certain insects come by the name of centipede
not because they have a hundred feet, but because most people can't count above 14. — Georg Christoph Lichtenberg

So, kiss the girl. Buy the dress. Take a vacation. Join the circus. Order the fried frog legs. Try out for the play. Learn to snowboard. Do something that scares the shit out of you. Or something that makes you happy. Or something that makes you cry. Whatever it is, do something that makes you feel. Because feeling nothing is no way to go through life. — Valerie Thomas

Edith was in the mood to think that any pleasure enjoyed away from her was a tacit affront, or at best a proof of indifference. — Elizabeth Gaskell

Woman! woman! What a disturbing element you are in the universe - man's universe! — Marah Ellis Ryan

Mom and Dad would stay in bed on Sunday morning, but the kids would have to go to church. — Lynn Johnston

What happened in 1603?" Grant asked, his mind still on Tyrrel. "We had the Scots tied to our tails for good." "Better than having them at our throats every five minutes. — Josephine Tey

So I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache. — Pablo Neruda