Miehle Goss Dexter Quotes & Sayings

Dreams aren't practical, but we can't live without them. — Will Hobbs

What I've become convinced makes a writer are the days you hate it, the days you'd rather stick those pencils in your eyes. Sometimes I almost punish myself - if I'm not going be able to write, I'm not going be able to do anything else. I just sit there and wait. — Ron Rash

Abandoned mill that — Craig Johnson

suddenly it wasn't such a good thing to look like a criminal — Holly Throsby

[Alternative energy] will make us less dependent on foreign oil. It would make us more secure in our future. It would mean that our foreign policy could be a reflection of our values and our other interests, and not just that. — William J. Clinton

Someday, I will be brave enough to say these things to you in person. For now, I remain in happy, quiet contemplation over you and can say tonight that I just might love you. Or could someday. — Erin McCahan

In the night Lorena tried to sort it out in her mind. She had been hungry so much, tired so much, scared so much, that her mind didn't work well anymore. Sometimes she would try to remember something and couldn't - it was as if her mind and memory had gone and hidden somewhere until things were better. — Larry McMurtry

I did a little bit of cocaine in the Eighties, courtesy of John Belushi, but fortunately I didn't like it. But I smoked marijuana for 50 years and I don't know where I'd be without it. It opened my mind and now it eases my arthritis. After decades of research I've concluded that marijuana should be legal and alcohol illegal. — James Garner

Never allow someone to steal you from being yourself. — Katina Marshell Cotton-Sliwa

You win any which way you can. You do what you have to do to get by. That's the way it works in any job. — Greg Rusedski

The storm is a glazier. Then fog passes through, touches the cold trees to add to the ice already there. Here the wind spins glass from the water it has stolen off the sea and the lakes, off the hair on my head and the breath out of my mouth, the storm takes the water from us all everywhere, to make of a mountain range a stained-glass depiction of a saint no one knows. — Alexander Chee