Lets Roll Quotes & Sayings

Too late she saw: what she'd favored him with in jest he had received with adoration. — John Barth

Preventative measures are the bane of spontaneous action," he said. "I prefer the glory of heroism amidst panic. — Neal Shusterman

Alas! that my body, clean and whole, never been corrupted, today must be consumed and burnt to ashes! — Joan Of Arc

How can our leaders be so hypersensitive to the most microscopic of perceived anti-Jewish slurs, yet so entirely indifferent to flagrant and vicious anti-Christian insults? — Daniel Lapin

In life, we choose whether or not we want to be a winner or a loser. To be a winner, we must devote time and hard work. To be a loser you do nothing, and that's exactly what you will get, nothing. — John Patrick Boles

I believe Americans have a strong work ethic. — Tim Scott

Every second vibrates within our Present moment, our now. In one split second of awareness, we can create a Life full of Light, Joy, and Love. — Jacqueline Ripstein

Succumbing finally, she lets out a loud shriek as her vehicle stops at a red light. "Fuck." She hollers cursing the night. Cursing the shadows, cursing the unknown condemned she intends to meet this evening. Tears roll down her cheeks landing on her bullet proof vest. — M.R. Gott

All art does but consist in the removal of surplusage. — Walter Pater

Open your heart, fling your hopes high and set your dreams aloft. I am here to hold your hand. — Maya Angelou

Mother, he is a gentleman.
He is a builder with bricks of moonlight.
He knows the secret places of the earth.
He washes the sleep from the eyes of the souls.
He lets them look on beauty.
He lets them tell him they hate him.
In the mornings, I gather berries and apples.
I scrub his back with rind.
I weave spider-spit, eyelash.
He talks in his sleep: pudding, fire, discus,
the things he misses.
He breathes, Your body is my orchard.
I am undulating grass.
I am a field of wheat he parts with his fingers.
Poppies bloom in my veins.
When he kisses me, he tastes pomegranate.
The night crawls nearer.
The moans of the dead roll and swell.
Mother, we are well. — Tara Mae Mulroy

An interesting thing about New Zealand, you know, literature is that it really didn't begin in any real sense until the 20th century. — Eleanor Catton

Just remember something, okay? And this is neither here nor there but it's something I really want you to know. Not that I think you have much trouble with this, but let's be clear: you don't owe your parents anything if they don't respect you. That's bullshit, to be taught that just because they created you and made sure you didn't roll over in your crib and die, you owe them anything. So what I'm saying is use him. Use him if you can, if he lets you. But then don't think you ever have to look back if he doesn't respect you. — Vee Hoffman

It got to the point where I started hiding because I didn't want to be photographed. (On living with Robert Mapplethorpe) — Patti Smith