Regardez Jingle Quotes & Sayings

We read, I think, to repair our solitude, though pragmatically the better we read, the more solitary we become. — Harold Bloom

Unfortunately, I'm well versed in dark. — Katie McGarry

Aren't grown up people just little children at heart? — Adolphe Menjou

I'm a man. Why would you expect anything else? We're meant to be easy and predictable. You are woman. You possess what we seek. We cannot afford to confuse your minds if we are to attain what we seek. Therefore, we elect to be easy and predictable. — Jack Dancer

When a director is also a writer, everyone on the production looks to him, knowing he gave birth to the idea. There's a different level of viability. — Peter Landesman

Divinity exists in all creations. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I felt like an integral part of my being had just been ripped out of me, only to have it replaced with something that did not belong. — Theresa Smith

She brought over a freshly brewed cup of black orchid tea and sat across from me. The tea was especially fragrant. From that day on, it was my favorite. The scent reminded me of rainy days and libraries and a jumble of gardens where there were flowers in bloom. — Alice Hoffman

Coming up with the answers quickly and accurately is what counts the most. — Toru Kumon

I think The Doors are one of the classic groups, and I think we're all tempted to feel like the time in which we grew up was somehow special, but I really do believe that there were two golden eras in music: The Forties and Fifties of big band, jazz and swing, and the Sixties and Seventies of rock. To me, they're really unparalleled. — Edgar Winter

And he could sleep, if sleep it could be called by Men, resting his mind in the strange paths of Elvish dreams, even as he walked open-eyed in the light of this world. — J.R.R. Tolkien

Oh sure, I'm her husband. That's what the record says. I'm the three white steps and the bug green front door and the brass knocker you rap one long and two short and the maid lets you into the hundred-dollar whorehouse. — Raymond Chandler