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Maclin Studio Quotes By Kendare Blake

... you'll need some help getting acquainted. I'm Carmel Jones." "Theseus Cassio Lowood. What kind of a parent names their kid Carmel?" She laughs. "What kind of a parent names their kid Theseus Cassio?" "Hippies," I reply. "Exactly. — Kendare Blake

Maclin Studio Quotes By Danny Meyer

Ninety-five percent of all brussels sprouts come from California. — Danny Meyer

Maclin Studio Quotes By Octavia E. Butler

There are so many interesting times we could have visited. — Octavia E. Butler

Maclin Studio Quotes By Jamie Oliver

My life is really so much based in England. — Jamie Oliver

Maclin Studio Quotes By Paul Newman

Sometimes nothin' can be a real cool hand. — Paul Newman

Maclin Studio Quotes By Willa Cather

By the time they had called at the baker's and climbed to the top of Cap Diamant, the sun, dropping with incredible quickness, had already disappeared. They sat down in the blue twilight to eat their bread and await the turbid afterglow which is peculiar to Quebec in autumn; the slow, rich, prolonged flowing-back of crimson across the sky, after the sun has sunk behind the dark ridges of the west. Because of the haze in the air the colour seems thick, like a heavy liquid, welling up wave after wave, a substance that throbs, rather than a light. — Willa Cather

Maclin Studio Quotes By Elizabeth Goudge

There had come to him one of those moments of quiet despair that lie in wait for even the happiest. Stealthy-footed they leap upon us, as we walk along the street, as we sit at evening with fruit and wine upon the table and laughter on our lips, as we wake suddenly from sleep in the hour before dawn; neither at our work nor our play nor our prayers are we safe, those moments can leap at any time out of the blackness around human life and suddenly the colors that we have nailed to our mast are there no longer and all that we have grasped is dust. — Elizabeth Goudge