Milkmen Quotes & Sayings

The very way that you think is a crucial component to your overall health and well being. Living towards the negative will only foster conflict and a sense of lack, while living towards the positive will create more opportunity for you to experience harmony and abundance. — Gary Hopkins

I not only lived physically away from my native land, but the values and critical judgments of those closest to me became stranger and stranger. — Juan Goytisolo

Like punk?" She wrinkled her nose. She could stand a few Dead Milkmen songs, but other than that, she hated Park's punk music. "I — Rainbow Rowell

Mookie came out. They're hot to go, Jamie. I'll roll some sound, if you want. I sure can't fuck it up, because these guys make the Dead Milkmen sound like the Beatles. — Stephen King

Playing Destroyo, who was sort of a Silence Of The Lambs type character, I'd say I was wearing about 50 pounds of rubber and foam rubber and makeup. But I had no idea who The Tick was. I'm not a big graphic-novel guy. I don't even know if The Tick was a graphic novel! — Kurt Fuller

I had just received my degree in Calcium Anthropology ... the study of milkmen. — Steven Wright

The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work. — Emile Zola

Who wants to be normal when you can be unique? — Helena Bonham Carter

This was not before doctors, but in Turkey they hadn't gotten around to claiming the bone business yet; milkmen still were in charge of bones, the logic being that since milk was so good for bones, who would know more about borken bones than a milkman? — William Goldman

You're chasing him, but who's chasing you? — Tarryn Fisher

Milkmen seem so wholesome, and there's no way anybody can be that wholesome. — Max Cannon

It was that depressing time in the early morning where the only people about were milkmen, police officers- and time travellers. — Jacqueline Rayner

Why," he was saying, "why should one not tolerate this life, since so little suffices to deprive one of it? So little brings it into being, so little brightens it, so little blights it, so little bears it away. Otherwise, who would tolerate the blows of fate and the humiliations of a successful career, the swindling of grocers, the prices of butchers, the water of milkmen, the irritation of parents, the fury of teachers, the bawling of sergeant-majors, the turpitude of the beasts, the lamentations of the dead-beats, the silence of infinite space, the smell of cauliflower or the passivity of the wooden horses on a merry-g0-round, were it not for his knowledge that the bad and proliferative behaviour of certain minute cells (gesture) or the trajectory of a bullet traced by an involuntary, irresponsible, anonymous individual might unexpectedly come and cause all these cares to evaporate into the blue heavens. — Raymond Queneau