Muffaletta Quotes & Sayings

Have you ever hung a piece of black velvet behind you and looked at yourself in the mirror? We are each of us quite alone, and that's what I try to paint. — Thomas S. Buechner

I love drama. I love to play an arc. — Dee Wallace

Good theories of the mind must span at least three different scales of time: slow, for the billions of years in which our brains have survivied; fast, for the fleeting weeks and months of childhood; and in between, the centuries of growth of our ideas through history. — Marvin Minsky

Love is a haunting melody that I have never mastered, and I fear I never will. — William S. Burroughs

Did something happen to the sanctity of your church again?"
My eye twitched. "Newt broke it so she could look in my closet." Again. — Kim Harrison

Act as if you were separate from nothing, and no one, and you will heal your world tomorrow. — Neale Donald Walsch

The practical value of history is to throw the film of the past through the material projector of the present on to the screen of the future. — B.H. Liddell Hart

Seek for illumination of self, and then the world, through the simple, humble, almighty, supreme virtue of love. — Bryant McGill

Chocolate doesn't solve everything, Nana." "It solves a whole heck of a lot, though. — Gabrielle Zevin

The coach's job is to be part servant in helping each player reach his goals within the team concept. — Dean Smith

There's a long-standing debate in the media biz over whether the news outlets should give the public what it wants, or what it needs. This debate presupposes that media execs actually know what it wants or needs. And that there actually is a unitary "public. — Brooke Gladstone

But you're dead inside to me, you're cold and beyond my reach! It is as if I'm not here, beside you. And, not being here with you, I have the dreadful feeling that I don't exist at all. And you are as cold and distant from me as those strange modern paintings of lines and hard forms that I cannot love or comprehend, as alien as those hard mechanical sculptures of this age which have no human form. I shudder when I'm near you. I look into your eyes and my reflection isn't there ... — Anne Rice