Munilla Family Quotes & Sayings

The only reason in the world that I bought a computer was to look up UFO sites. — Tom DeLonge

A 'good' family, it seems, is one that used to be better. — Cleveland Amory

It struck Lacy that she didn't really know what color a chameleon was before it started changing — Jodi Picoult

I am pinned to my seat with pity and horror and a weird, twisted affection laced with longing and traces of lust. — Michelle Knudsen

down. Remember Zivelena, who became the Queen of Metinna with the help of the gnome Rumplestelt, and in return promised him her firstborn? — Andrzej Sapkowski

Food still isn't my thing, but I've learned to respect its power and significance. — J.R. Moehringer

What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music. — Soren Kierkegaard

Just remember we're now in selection. Every piece, every erg, every seat race-they're all recorded, and I notice things — Mike Teti

I am heartily rejoiced that my term is so near its close. I will soon cease to be a servant and will become a sovereign. — James K. Polk

The biggest downside to being a novelist is writing the novel. — Jill Barnett

I happened to take a photo, and there was my wife, my dog and my banjo, all in the same shot - and I thought, "Oh, that's like a family portrait right there." — Steve Martin

He held out a hand, I am Lord Bradley, noble nobody if you must know, and greatest source of annoyance to his lordship, Roland. My brother-in-law. — Nicole Sager

A man who relentlessly perspires
to be excellent evidently inspires
many with his intelligence and
elegance. — Anuj

In Boston he met a pretty lady, fat and forty, but beautiful with the bloom of cash and collateral. — Flann O'Brien

There were silences in my head. I could abandon myself completely to the pleasure of multiple relationships, to the beauty of the day, to the joys of the day. It was as if a cancer in me had ceased gnawing me. The cancer of introspection. — Anais Nin