Phreakskate Quotes & Sayings

I think the older I get the more creative I get, I don't have the distractions that I had when I was younger. — Marc Almond

is, in the words of The Westminster Shorter Catechism, "any want of conformity unto, or transgression of, the law of God" (Q. 14).6 Sin is mutiny, either by its omission ("want of conformity to") or its commission ("transgression of the law of God"). — Rosaria Champagne Butterfield

Actually, every time I am back in New York, I read for as many plays as I can. — Chad Lowe

The power of mass intention may ultimately be the force that shifts the tide toward repair and renewal of the planet. — Lynne McTaggart

Other than Caroline's in New York, I pretty much haven't done clubs. That was primarily because I always liked the people and audiences at theaters and bars better. — Kurt Braunohler

Lady you berfet me of all words,/Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,/ And there is such confusion in my powers. — William Shakespeare

More often than not, whenever gossip has been written about me, the gossip is more interesting than the reality. I know some public figures hate gossip, but personally I like it because it makes my life sound more glamorous and interesting than it really is. — Moby

Damien is Damien. When I don't put him in the squad my mother, who's 84, asks 'why isn't Damien playing?' She kills me about it and that's true — Claudio Ranieri

...our role as comforters is not to solve the problem of pain; even less is it to stick up for God. Trying to vindicate God to a person in agonizing pain is like explaining to a crying infant that Mommy is really a well-intentioned person. ... While [Job's friends] remain mired in their convictions, Job is moving. (pg. 130) — Ellen F. Davis

I want to convey that I'm crazy about the Kardashians - but I'm not sure which is which. — Aaron Sorkin

My self ... is a dramatic ensemble. Here a prophetic ancestor makes his appearance. Here a brutal hero shouts. Here an alcoholic bon vivant argues with a learned professor. Here a lyric muse, chronically love-struck, raises her eyes to heaven. Her papa steps forward, uttering pedantic protests. Here the indulgent uncle intercedes. Here the aunt babbles gossip. Here the maid giggles lasciviously. And I look upon it all with amazement, the sharpened pen in my left hand. — Paul Klee

...and remember: There's no crying in pie baking. -The Bake-Off — Beth Kendrick

Intervals of munching and mumbling as she crammed food into her mouth. I did not blame Lady Baskerville for her precipitate departure — Elizabeth Peters