Mother Pollard Quotes & Sayings

'Vacation' means titillating my taste buds. — Brett Ratner

It wasn't my dream to make music. It was just something I ended up doing, and no one said stop. — Caitlin Rose

Nobody had a bigger heart or passion to win than America's Greatest Running Legend, Steve Prefontaine "Pre." Watch the movies Prefontaine, Without Limits, or Fire on the Track to see what I'm talking about. — Robert Cheeke

It's hard to say goodbye to the place you've lived. It can be as hard as saying goodbye to a person. — Jonathan Safran Foer

The stage is life, music, beautiful girls, legs, breasts, not talk or intellectualism or dried-up academics. — Harold Clurman

Somewhere out there, beneath the pale moonlight, someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight. — Linda Ronstadt

Sometimes Stuart seems like an irritable fisherman. He bobs about, on the disruption of his life, a small, unsteady figure, fishing for order. Then he gets into a rage, 'goes right on one', and it is as if he's taken out the gutting knife and mashed his catch to a pulp - every sign of hated, repressive, reminding order is gone again. — Alexander Masters

Once, long ago, when I was still young, when the memories were far
more vivid than they are now, I often tried to write about her. But I
couldn't produce a line. I knew that if that first line would come, the
rest would pour itself onto the page, but I could never make it happen.
Everything was too sharp and clear, so that I could never tell where to
start -the way a map that shows too much can sometimes be useless.
Now, though, I realize that all I can place in the imperfect vessel of
writing are imperfect memories and imperfect thoughts. The more the
memories of Naoko inside me fade, the more deeply I am able to
understand her. I know, too, why she asked me not to forget her.
Naoko herself knew, of course. She knew that my memories of her
would fade. Which is precisely why she begged me never to forget
her, to remember that she had existed. — Haruki Murakami

Be aware every morning that you may not last the day, And every evening that you may not last the night. — Tess Gerritsen

The harder the life, the finer the person — Wilfred Thesiger