Poggenpohl Los Angeles Quotes & Sayings

What do you think of all this? Am I a friend or foe - or a little of each? Are the important things black and white, or maybe a little gray? — Svetlana Chmakova

You don't have to have a boyfriend
or a girlfriend to know love.
Just open up your heart and
let the world in. Your heart
is bigger than you can imagine,
and so is the world, and so,
granddaughter, are you.
- Addie's grandmother — James Howe

If you are an American, you must allow all ideas to circulate freely in your community, not merely your own. — Kurt Vonnegut

Myths are the world's dreams. They are archetypal dreams and deal with great human problems. Myths and dreams come from the same place. They come from realizations of some kind that then have to find expression in symbolic form. — Joseph Campbell

Air you breathe is bad for your lungs so you've got to careful and don't overdue any bad air. Too much pot, too much anything is not good. Your lung is a piece of flesh, a piece of bone. You can injure it. — Willie Nelson

At 50 you now have realized
?Getting old isn't fair?
And that it's hard to make a comeback
?When you haven't gone anywhere — John Walter Bratton

It was one of those moments when you feel the future so much that it humbles the present. — David Levithan

Past the projects, the land opened up and water came into view. The breeze carried rain and salt. Jetties and barrier walls supported the shore, which was stacked with crumbling brick warehouses. Out in the channel, the Statue of Liberty stood alone on her little island, her corroding flame held high in the air as the sun set over the industrial shoreline and skyways of New Jersey. Across the narrows, the bluffs of Staten Island wavered in the smoky light of dusk that turned the Verrazano into bronze. Faint light burnished water into busy with freighters and tug boats. A lone sail boat flitted in the distance. On the near shore, on a slip of water between a jetty and the land, a blood red barge bobbed on the tide. — Andrew Cotto

My eyes, those sluts, those whores, would play no more. — Anne Sexton

Don't let this consume you. Try not to blame me. Don't live in hate. Or grief. Just live. — Jackson Lanzing

If someone can relate my guitar solo to an exercise in a book ... that's no fun at all. — Joe Satriani