Privies And Garden Quotes & Sayings

ragged piece of thin glass jutted out of the socket, all that was left of the — Richard Russo

Her eyes widened. I assumed in alarm, but who the hell knew what was going on in her stubborn head. I took the coffee cup from her hand and rested it on the grass next to mine. I leaned in toward her slowly. Her eyes remained steady on mine. Just as I was so close I could feel her warm erratic breath on my face, her hand landed on my chest.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
Maintaining eye contact I smiled, reached out, held the back of her head and pulled her closer still. "What I should have done ten years ago." ~ Preston, A Perfect Moment — Becca Lee

Real loneliness consists not in being alone, but in being with the wrong person, in the suffocating darkness of a room in which no deep communication is possible. — Sydney J. Harris

We experimented and we experienced many altered states of awareness. We used the power plants. I did that for a year or two. — Frederick Lenz

My small torrent of words dissipated into an elaborate sense of expanding and receding. It was my entrance into the radiance of imagination. — Patti Smith

Every actor has three versions of each scene - the one that you rehearse the night before, in your bedroom, the one you actually get to do when you're filming, and then the one you wish you would have done, afterward. — Zac Efron

Among the many queer things about the American economy is this: A writer can get more money for a bungling speech at a bankrupt college than he can get for a short-story masterpiece. What's more, he can sell the speech over and over again, and no one complains. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

If you want to improve how you manage time - stop doing what doesn't need to be done! — Peter Drucker

I grabbed my drummer's cymbal in my teeth just as he crashed down on it with his sticks-I blacked out. I was a punk in those days. It was in Seattle. I still have all my teeth too, it's amazing. — Meredith Brooks

basket. No, they put it on a stand, and it gives light — Wartburg Project

The blame of course belonged to Clyde, who just was not much given to talk. Also, he seemed very little curious himself: Grady, alarmed sometimes by the meagerness of his inquiries and the indifference this might suggest, supplied him liberally with personal information; which isn't to say she always told the truth, how many people in love do? or can? but at least she permitted him enough truth to account more or less accurately for all the life she had lived away from him. It was her feeling, however, that he would as soon not hear her confessions: he seemed to want her to be as elusive, as secretive as he was himself. — Truman Capote