Randy Marsh Food Network Quotes & Sayings

Fine," I growled. "You win. I'll help you."
"Thank you."
"Seriously? You threatened my family if I didn't agree. I don't really think thank you covers it."
He pressed his lips together and shrugged. "Manners never killed anyone. — K.J. McPike

It was at this time that she entirely gave up on reading.
The covers of books looked like coffins to her, either shabby or ornate, and what was inside them might as well have been dust. — Alice Munro

Read as much as you can to keep the mind as supple as a baby's bum. — Jeff Bjune

No doubt Pain as God's megaphone is a terrible instrument; it may lead to final and unrepented rebellion. But it gives the only opportunity the bad man can have for amendment. It removes the veil; it plants the flag of truth within the fortress of a rebel soul. — C.S. Lewis

They kept me in a cage for too long because now every room I am standing in is just another cell. — Raegan Butcher

This excerpt is presented as reproduced by Copernicus in the preface to De Revolutionibus: "Some think that the earth remains at rest. But Philolaus the Pythagorean believes that, like the sun and moon, it revolves around the fire in an oblique circle. Heraclides of Pontus and Ecphantus the Pythagorean make the earth move, not in a progressive motion, but like a wheel in rotation from west to east around its own center." — Plutarch

It is in the mind and the heart where we meet. It's not the body-the body will change. — Amber Valletta

You do not want to be in a creative organisation with everybody being like-minded and stroking each other's creative egos. You want differences of opinion ... constructively. — Cate Blanchett

The Glasshobs built it to keep an eye on the stars, who have a tendency to run off on adventures and forget about how much we down-below folks need to navigate and cast horoscopes and meet lovers on balconies. — Catherynne M Valente

Pearl gathered the violets, and anemones, and columbines, and some twigs of the freshest green, which the old trees held down before her eyes. With these she decorated her hair and her young waist, and became a nymph child, or an infant dryad, or whatever else was in closest sympathy with the antique wood. — Nathaniel Hawthorne

All the musicians that I know want to act. — Juliette Lewis