Rancho Deluxe 1975 Memorable Quotes & Sayings

When given a choice between two, choose the third. — Jeff Grubb

If I had stayed in Hollywood, I would have killed myself. Or someone would have done it for me — Piper Laurie

Now you may like the images of long-haired hippies running in the streets throwing tear gas canisters, but we didn't end the war. And that's what we set out to do. What was not ended by the anti-war movement was ended by the Vietnamese. That's our shame. — Bill Ayers

A lot of the fighters will say you'll know if a fighter's won or lost just by a fighter's eyes - whether they're scared of the other person. — Joel Edgerton

Love Poem
It's so nice
to wake up in the morning
all alone
and not have to tell somebody
you love them
when you don't love them
any more. — Richard Brautigan

Love is where you find it. — Christopher Moore

Music is the only form of magic in this world, except maybe for love. Not that I'd know much about love. — J.J. Knight

A painter told me that nobody could draw a tree without in some sort becoming a tree; or draw a child by studying the outlines of its form merely but by watching for a time his motions and plays, the painter enters into his nature and can then draw him at every attitude ... — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Garden writing is often very tame, a real waste when you think how opinionated, inquisitive, irreverent and lascivious gardeners themselves tend to be. Nobody talks much about the muscular limbs, dark,swollen buds, strip-tease trees and unholy beauty that have made us all slaves of the Goddess Flora. — Ketzel Levine

The most powerful teaching moments are the ones where you screw up. — Brene Brown

I don't feel comfortable defending my clothes. But if you've got the money to afford them, then buy something from me. Just don't buy too much. — Vivienne Westwood

His style is chaos illumined by flashes of lightning. As a writer he has mastered everything except language. — Oscar Wilde

We are all are cripples in some way.
[Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec] — Irving Stone

The road went ever more steeply downhill. Overhead, the branches of the trees intertwined. It was a still, windless morning, cloudy and damp. — Cornelia Funke