Logona Quotes & Sayings

My mother is my manager and so knows exactly what I do and so on. — Jonathan Brandis

I don't aim it at anybody specific, I don't aim my characters to make old people laugh or young people or professionals or blue collar, just whatever I think is going to be funny and it just so happens that. — Jeff Dunham

One last dance, my lady, before I am never to see you again? — Heather Dixon

People say to me, why did you do those films, and I say, for money. It wasn't for diamond rings or kidney shaped swimming pools in Beverly Hills, it was in order to improve the lot of everyone around me. — Michael Caine

But if you want him, you might have to fight for him."
I let my head fall to the tabletop. "For the love of all that is dead and Chinese, please, no more fighting. This army needs a break. — Paula Stokes

The difference between you and I Dre is that i can take a bad experience and make money off it, You just have to live with yours until time blurs your memory of the details.
Most writers i know aren't beautiful by society's standard. Writing is not modelling but Writer's do have beautiful souls. — Crystal Evans

I like digital cameras, because they enable you to reminisce immediately. — Demetri Martin

If you only ever read one book in your life ... I highly recommend you keep
your mouth shut — Simon Munnery

I feel concerned by what happens in the world ... I don't want to merely document; I want to know why a certain thing disturbs or attracts me and how a situation can affect the person involved. — Martine Franck

The first wild-flower of the year is like land after sea. — Thomas Wentworth Higginson

It is the greatest folly of which a man can be capable to sit down with a slate and pencil to plan out a new social world. — William Graham Sumner

Could you just imagine? If every suicide rose--think of Faulkner's Quentin Compson as a vampire. I don't hate the South I don't I don't. She wondered how they'd have worked it out in Cambridge when Quentin threw himself off the Andersen bridge into the Charles amid the odor of the honeysuckle, not the beer, sweat, rum, and tainted magnolias of this city, precariously beneath the level of the water. The Compson blood had thinned out; at least this way, he's restore it after a fashion. — Susan Shwartz