Lulled Beige Quotes & Sayings

In 1964, when Lee Iacocca said, 'Shelby, I want you to make a sports car out of the Mustang,' the first thing I said was, 'Lee, you can't make a race horse out of a mule. I don't want to do it.' He said, 'I didn't ask you to make it; you work for me.' — Carroll Shelby

If you could jerk off to something else, like a hamburger, could you imagine the delight in being alive? — Jonathan Goldstein

Talking. According to Marc, I could talk the color off a crayon. — Rachel Vincent

The sky was gray, always a dismal gray that lightened and darkened as the day wore on. He had never known anything else. — A.M. Daily

So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be. — Stephen Chbosky

Opponents of capital punishment argue that the state has no right to take a murderer's life. Apparently, one fact that abolitionists forget or overlook is that the state is acting not only on behalf of society, but also on behalf of the murdered person and the murdered person's family. — Dennis Prager

When I'm manic, I'm so awake and alert, that my eyelashes fluttering on the pillow sound like thunder. — Andy Behrman

I prayed. He was going home, and I wanted to pray. Look out for me, I said; look out each day and listen for me. And we were going together on horses to the hills. We were going to ride out in the first light to the hills. We were going to see how it was, and always was, how the sun came up with a little wind and the light ran out upon the land. We were going to get drunk, I said. We were going to be all alone, and we were going to get drunk and sing. We were going to sing about the way it always was. And it was going to be right and beautiful. It was going to be the last time. And he was going home. — N. Scott Momaday

But with me, you are never just a spring faerie. — Aprilynne Pike

I shut up everything inside. Everything." Words ground out through clenched teeth. "I thought if I could hold it, just hold it, it would be fine. But it's not."
"Why?" she asked. "Why are you losing control so badly?"
The answer, when it came, broke Sascha's heart.
"Hawke." It was an almost soundless whisper.
"Oh, Sienna." She stroked her hand over the girl's hair, even as her mind worked at piercing speed. "Has it been cumulative?"
Sienna nodded. "The second I met him, everything crumbled, my shields, my conditioning, everything! — Nalini Singh

I worked with John Hurt a couple of times and learned a lot from him. — Sean Bean

Well, I screwed it up real good, didn't I? — Richard M. Nixon