Pukomum Quotes & Sayings

My shoes are size 2 and a 1/2, the same size as my feet — Elaine Paige

Jailbait," he declared, leaping up. "You're a saint. A goddess, even. — Richelle Mead

A person who is humble would never be abusive or selfish; so don't abuse yourself or withhold self-love or self-care. — Bryant McGill

No man who ever held the office of president would congratulate a friend on obtaining it. — John Adams

For a week, you carried my short story all folded up in your jeans pocket, said you felt sorry for the main character in it. That main character was me, of course. — Franki Elliot

I had just come back from an incident with the police and a snowmobile when Pat Cadell called from New York, saying that he was with a bunch of New York Times reporters in a bar and they were curious to know what I thought about what Clinton had to say about marijuana - that he had tried it in college but "didn't inhale." I was embarrassed. What do you mean, "didn't inhale?" What the hell do you think we smoke it for?
I said "Only a fool would say a thing like that. It's just a disgrace to an entire generation. — Hunter S. Thompson

The Lord saveth not by many nor by few; it is ours to go forth in Jehovah's name if we be but a handful of men, for the Lord of Hosts is with us for our Captain. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon

The thank-you thing had been drummed into us intensely when we were growing up. We had three great-aunts, on my mother's side, who believed that when they dropped a present in the mail, your thank-you note should essentially bounce right back out of the mailbox at them. If it didn't, the whole family, cousins and second cousins and all, knew about your lack of gratitude (and, come to think of it, common sense, as the threat was always that no more presents would be forthcoming, ever), and you heard about it from multiple sources. The notes couldn't be perfunctory, either - you had to put real elbow grease into them, writing something specific and convincing about each gift. So Christmas afternoon meant laboring over thank-you notes. As children, we hated this task, but when I saw Mom beam as she thanked people in the hospital, I realized something she had been trying to tell us all along. That there's great joy in thanking. — Will Schwalbe