Portable Phonograph Quotes & Sayings

Beauty is found in the way you treat others. — Olivia Culpo

The Republicans are, 'the party of the rich,' my mom said, 'We're poor, so we're Democrats.' That convinced me. I had no wish to remain poor, so I became a Republican at the age of 12. — Lionel Sosa

Years ago, I had a teacher who taught me that all ways lead to the Way," I said slowly, thinking. "That there is a great truth behind all the truths of the world, and the faces of the gods are masks that may be changed at will. — Jacqueline Carey

Climbers have no sense of smell. — Conrad Anker

A good symbol is the best argument, and is a missionary to persuade thousands. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

And for almost four hours they sat at the opposite ends of the couch, the portable phonograph on the coffee table before them, their faces lit with silent and sorrowful fascination, listening as the music of a dead world filled the summer night. — Stephen King

We are not doing celebrity, personality, abusive politics - we are doing ideas. This is about hope. — Jeremy Corbyn

A marked desire to be considered more than he felt himself to be; to become endowed, in fact, with that unpredictable, dangerous and transformative quality: fame. — Robert Galbraith

Apparently, I missed the lesson on thinking-before-speaking in kindergarten. — Julie Johnson

There's nothing fragile about this one. That ain't a fragile nose or mouth or chin, and yet it's female, more female than them fragile-pretty types who look more like ornaments than girls. — David Goodis

It's always bitterly disappointing to people to see how normally one can live. — Eric Bana

I'm not a twentieth-century novelist, I'm not modern, and certainly not postmodern. I follow the form of the nineteenth-century novel; that was the century that produced the models of the form. I'm old-fashioned, a storyteller. I'm not an analyst, and I'm not an intellectual. — John Irving

Not taking a drink was easy. Just a matter of muscle movement, the simple refusal to put alcohol to my lips. The impossible part was everything else. How could I talk to people? Who would I be? What would intimacy look like, if it weren't coaxed out by the glug-glug of a bottle of wine or a pint of beer? Would I have to join AA? Become one of those frightening 12-step people? How the fuck could I write? My livelihood, my identity, my purpose, my light - all extinguished with the tightening of a screw cap. — Sarah Hepola