Puppie Quotes & Sayings

When I reviewed Hayek's book, The Pure Theory of Capital, it is my sincere conviction that this work contains some of the most penetrating thoughts on the subject that have ever been published. — Fritz Machlup

I'd never kissed a girl before. Ever. And I never thought the first girl I kissed would be drunk, vomiting, and crying over her ex-boyfriend. Not to mention, she went to school with my little sister. — Beth Fred

Is an egg a vegetable? — Jodie Marsh

The lily and the rose in her fair face striving for precedence. — Nathaniel Parker Willis

Looks like macho boy's cool just melted like a Slush Puppie in August. — Darynda Jones

He couldn't help but feel he was a little too young to consider forgoing sex for the rest of his life for the sake of companionship. — Kele Moon

The Villa Straylight," said a jeweled thing on the pedestal, in a voice like music, "is a body grown in upon itself, a Gothic folly. Each space in Straylight is in some way secret, this endless series of chambers linked by passages, by stairwells vaulted like intestines, where the eye is trapped in narrow curves, carried past ornate screens, empty alcoves. . . . — William Gibson

The truth about what happens to us in this world keeps changing ... it never stops. — Marisha Pessl

Don't chase the money ... chase the passion. Because that's what is going to keep you happy and motivated and jumping out of that bed Monday morning. — Tyra Banks

I still can't help but love Sienna, though, I adore her. looking at her still makes me melt somewhere deep in my soul. Her presence lifts me up more than anyone else I know. Thinking about her fills me with happiness. What we have is unique. But I have accepted that she will never be mine, so I have to just love her from a distance and move on. It's working. It really is. I am finally achieving peace. — Jessica Thompson

And just now I pick up the blessed diary of Virginia Woolf which I bought with a battery of her novels Saturday with Ted. And she works off her depression over rejections from Harper's (no less! - and I hardly can believe that the Big Ones get rejected, too!) by cleaning out the kitchen. And cooks haddock & sausage. Bless her. I feel my life linked to her, somehow. I love her. — Sylvia Plath