Mag Choker Quotes & Sayings

Isn't my fur stole pitiful? How unsuccessful can a girl look? People think I'm wearing anchovies. The worst of it is, I trapped these under my own sink. — Phyllis Diller

I wait on my fix:
I am a poetry junkie. — Charles Bukowski

Being a biological mother just isn't part of my experience this time around. However, I am a mother who continues to give birth to ideas and ways of experiencing life that challenge the norm. — Kim Cattrall

WITH FAMILIAR AND EXOTIC PRODUCE CROWDING THE SUPERMARKET SHELVES FROM JANUARY TO December and farmers' markets making a comeback throughout the country, it may — Anonymous

God, this is weird."
"Oh, I'm sorry - do you have a ghost talking to you about his intentions with your granddaughter? — Heather Davis

But there seems to be little correlation between a man's effectiveness and his intelligence, his imagination or his knowledge. — Peter F. Drucker

Love is all there is. That I know to be absolutely true. — Lisa Rinna

I am not going to ask that old man if his family home is haunted! — Kathy Bryson

Imaginative cook, and her experiments weren't always edible. I was surprised, and sad, that he seemed to remember that far back. "Steak and potatoes," I answered, and he looked relieved. He seemed to feel awkward standing in the kitchen doing nothing; he lumbered — Stephenie Meyer

Percy wakes me (fourteen)

Percy wakes me and I am not ready.
He has slept all night under the covers.
Now he's eager for action: a walk, then breakfast.
So I hasten up. He is sitting on the kitchen counter
Where he is not supposed to be.
How wonderful you are, I say. How clever, if you
Needed me,
To wake me.
He thought he would a lecture and deeply
His eyes begin to shine.
He tumbles onto the couch for more compliments.
He squirms and squeals: he has done something
That he needed
And now he hears that it is okay.
I scratch his ears. I turn him over
And touch him everywhere. He is
Wild with the okayness of it. Then we walk, then
He has breakfast, and he is happy.
This is a poem about Percy.
This is a poem about more than Percy.
Think about it. — Mary Oliver

Stories are life," protested Pico. "Without them, books would be only paper and ink, with them they breathe, the reader is drawn in, the stories become him. — Keith Miller

When God hands you a gift, he also hands you a whip; and the whip is intended for self-flagellation solely. — Truman Capote

We grow by our dreams. — Woodrow Wilson