Meadow James Galvin Quotes & Sayings

We'll always have Paris — Nicolas Barreau

I'm like a chameleon. I can kind of change and get my game going to whatever the situation is. If I play well, which I don't think I've even reached yet at all in this tournament, it's really hard for anyone to beat me. — Serena Williams

I love opera. I love jazz, especially Mingus. This makes me sound highbrow. I'm not. — Phil Klay

If you want to be rich, think big, think differently. — Robert Kiyosaki

The worst day of my life was once that my mom didn't allow me to go to a Queen concert because I was grounded. — Lars Ulrich

For the hearts of nurses are solid gold, / But their heels are flat and their hands are cold, / And their voices lilt with a lilt that's falser / Than the smile of an exhibition waltzer. / Yes, nurses can cure you, nurses restore you, / But nurses are bound that they do things for you. — Phyllis McGinley

I have drawn from the well of language many a thought which I do not have and which I could not put into words. — Karl Kraus

I become a first-time novelist and a senior citizen on the same day. — Wayne Grady

The Meadow ... Only one of them succeeded in making a life here ... He weathered. Before a backdrop of natural beauty, he lived a life from which everything was taken but a place. He lived so close to the real world it almost let him in. — James Galvin

I started writing plays in around 1967, and at a certain point, I thought, 'I'm writing plays, I should learn about acting and what it is.' So I went to the HB Studio in New York, and I was there for about nine months. — Wallace Shawn

The history of the meadow goes like this. No one owns it, no one ever will. — James Galvin

Antonio, I speak to you from beyond the grave, in seriousness. I have loved you with all my shameful heart, as much as I once loved Francisco, and I have conquered any envy that I might have felt. If a dead man may have a wish, it is that you should find your future with Pelagia. She is beautiful and sweet, there is no one who deserves you more, and no one else worthy of you. I wish that you will have children together, and I wish that once or twice you will tell them about their Uncle Carlo that they never saw. As for me, I hoist my knapsack on my shoulders and buckle the webbing, I put my arm through the sling of my rifle, and I open the veil to march into the unknown as soldiers always will. Remember me.
Carlo. — Louis De Bernieres