Lorinda Quotes & Sayings

When people accept breaking the law as normal, something happens to the whole society. — Orson Welles

Whatever had happened, she wondered, to the concept of reading as entertainment? Now it appeared to be an endurance contest as to how many pages the reader could get through without throwing up.
(Lorinda, chapter 1) — Marian Babson

It's impossible to park on Tremont or even idle there for more than thirty seconds. A platoon of meter maids, imported from the female Hitler Youth shortly after the fall of Berlin, roam the street, at least two to a block, pit bull faces on top of fire hydrant bodies, just waiting for someone stupid enough to stall traffic on their street. — Dennis Lehane

I certainly wear my heart on my sleeve, and I think that comes out in the characters that I play. There's a yearning, or something, that comes out of me that people relate to. — Matthew Perry

She's stronger than she looks... she'll survive. — Rick Riordan

Sure, I know that I cannot speak in proper English. I know that I can't sing in proper English. I don't care. — Concha Buika

Why do early risers always take that self-righteous tone? — Caroline Llewellyn

I've supped on potatoes and groats and am waiting to be sick. How about you?
I supped like the Lord in Heaven.'
and what does the Lord in Heaven have for supper?'
Nothing. — Jan Neruda

You're young and you're bulletproof and invincible. But never underestimate the power of other people's love and prayer. — Tony Snow

The aftermath of bearing shackles is an exquisite devastation, fraught with the ravages of survival. Even though one is no longer held captive - be that from a person, a government, or one's inner self - the scars are deeply engraved into one's psyche, and there's no remedy for the soul. Many have the misconception that freedom equals happiness forever and ever.
That's a wicked delusion. — Laura Kreitzer

I always have my own opinion before my boss says his. — Gerry Geek

There was a willow hanging over the mill-pool and I learned to climb it. It belonged to a butcher on the Stratford Road, I think. One day they cut it down. They didn't do anything with it: the log just lay there. I never forgot that. — J.R.R. Tolkien