Midnight Roaming Quotes & Sayings

People say, 'You look like the girl who used to be on that show 'Angel' - they don't actually think I'm her. — Amy Acker

The one piece of advice I would give to any actor is, if you want to go out on the street without being recognised, without even being looked at, go out with a 6ft 8in beautiful transsexual. No one gives you a second glance. Especially when you're 5ft 5in. — Daniel Radcliffe

You wait. Everyone has an Antarctic. — Thomas Pynchon

Presbyterians are the spirit of the Antichrist. — Pat Roberts

A dog comes to you and lives with you in your own house, but you do not therefore own her, as you do not own the rain, or the trees, or the laws which pertain to them ...
A dog can never tell you what she knows from the smells of the world, but you know, watching her, that you know almost nothing ... — Mary Oliver

Ragweed,wild oat,vetch,butcher grass,invaginate volunteer beans,all heads gently nodding in a morning breeze like a mother's soft hand on your cheek ... — David Foster Wallace

Beer is the Danish national drink, and the Danish national weakness is another beer. — Clementine Paddleford

Yes, a ghost, thought the Count, as he moved silently down the hall. Like Hamlet's father roaming the ramparts of Elsinore after the midnight watch . . . Or like Akaky Akakievich, that forsaken spirit of Gogol's who in the wee hours haunted the Kalinkin Bridge in search of his stolen coat . . . Why — Amor Towles

I was 17 when Peter Jackson asked me to be in 'Heavenly Creatures.' — Kate Winslet

The one thing I need to leave behind is good memories. — Michael Landon

Oh, to know God's private address. — Stanislaw Jerzy Lec

It's about believing two opposing ideas in your head at the same time: hope and grief. — Claire Fuller

Legends of the Silver Stallion had been told for years now, whenever mountain stockmen met round the campfires or on the winding hill tracks. Songs were sung about him to the cattle and both songs and tales had become even stranger since his supposed death when he vanished through the wind and the night over a great cliff. Tales kept cropping up of a ghost horse seen, or imagined, roaming over the mountains at night, of stockmen waking in a hut at midnight, hearing the tremendous stallion's cry which could only be Thowra's — Elyne Mitchell

A gazebo on top of a welding rig" was how Yul might have described it, if only he had been here. — Neal Stephenson

Staying aloof is not a solution, it is a cowardly evasion. — Eleanor Roosevelt