Peddled Crossword Quotes & Sayings

They could not listen.
They could not stop.
What they did was the death dance.
What they did would do them in. — Anne Sexton

The trouble with women umpires is that I couldn't argue with one. I'd put my arms around her and give her a little kiss. — Casey Stengel

This Chocolate Orgasm is the best chocolate ice cream I've
ever had."
"Mikey helped with that one," Dahlia heard herself say.
Mari Belle laughed, a light, pretty sound. "I sense his
influence in the Hazel's Nuts. — Jamie Farrell

And then, beyond some miracle that I'll never understand, I got to keep you — S.C. Stephens

I have kept every kind of animal and plant that is legal to privately own. — Marc Morrone

But let me offer a word of caution. If you choose to give from your heart, be careful. The most incredible feeling might just overwhelm you. And if you continue in this behavior, that feeling may become permanent. — Steve Goodier

I don't want you to have to handle it. That's the horror of my past. But you ... you're the reality of my present. You're the proof I survived. The prize in the cereal box. — J. Kenner

Take to the study of the law. Possession is nine points of it, which thou hast of me. Self-possession is the tenth ... — R.D. Blackmore

Those who aren't caught up into this bigotry, this hatred, those who respect us when they see us. Then you have an obligation also, the good ones. To make sure you say to the others, that this blue wall of silence must come down and that everybody must be treated equally. — Kweisi Mfume

Your goal, as a creative investor, is to launch your ship into financial orbit ... and then put it on automatic pilot. — Robert G. Allen

I've never met a successful pessimist. — William O'Neil

Some people are night people. Some people are day people. I could only work a day job. — Chuck Palahniuk

I was born in 1943 at Neston in the Wirral, not far from Liverpool where my father, Richard William Hunt was a lecturer in paleography, the study of mediaeval manuscripts. — Tim Hunt

I am the dangerous daughter, thigh-stroking, soft-tongued lover, the pit, the well, and the well of horniness, laughter rolling up out of me like gravy boiling over the edge of a pan. I become the romantic, the mystic, the one without shame, rocking myself on the hip of a rock, a woman as sharp as coral. I make in my mind the muscle that endures, tame rage and hunger to spirit and blood. I become the rock. I become the knife. I am myself the mystery. The me that will be waits for me. If I cannot dream myself new, how will I find my true self? — Dorothy Allison

Gallimaufry of ices and trifles and toasts, supervised — Elizabeth Gilbert