Lyor Boone Quotes & Sayings

If people stop liking my clothes, I'll make a record. — Stella McCartney

If I'm staying in a hotel or I'm sleeping on my own I have the hairdryer on. — Wayne Rooney

Our group pressed west on what was left of Highway 93, toward the pass leading to Las Vegas. Sand covered the road in loose drifts so deep the horses' hooves sank into them. The metal highway signs were bent low by the strong wind, and above us, billboards that once screamed ads for the casinos were now stripped of their promises of penny slots and large jackpots. The raw boards underneath were exposed, like showgirls without their makeup. Some signs had been blown over completely and lay half-buried under mounds of sand, like sleeping animals.
Cars dotted the highway, their paint scoured off and dead tumbleweeds caught underneath them. Their windows were fogged with death, and despite my effort not to look, my eyes were drawn to the blurred images of the still forms inside. I tried to concentrate on the dark road ahead of us instead. — Kirby Howell

Mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters. But there were also husbands, wives, lovers. There were also monogamy and romance. "Though you probably don't know what those are," said Mustapha Mond. They shook their heads. Family, monogamy, romance. Everywhere exclusiveness, a narrow channelling of impulse and energy. "But every one belongs to every one else," he concluded, citing the hypnopaedic proverb. — Aldous Huxley

When I look in the mirror, I see someone who will accomplish amazing things — Veronica Lavallee

Any place you can take Jesus Christ with you is ok to go. — J. Vernon McGee

Numb souls are never growing souls. — Lysa TerKeurst

Whenever we pick up the Bible, read it, put it down, and say, "That's just what I thought," we are probably in trouble. — Ellen F. Davis

It seems to me then as if all the moments of our life occupy the same space, as if future events already existed and were only waiting for us to find our way to them at last, just as when we have accepted an invitation we duly arrive in a certain house at a given time. — W.G. Sebald

Few love to hear the sins they love to act. — William Shakespeare