Sandbars Inn Quotes & Sayings

Don't use pencil, for writing on your lover's heart it might erase. Always use ball point pen. — Biranchi Narayan

Correct English is the slang of prigs ... — George Eliot

I brainwashed youngsters into doing wrong. I want to say sorry to children everywhere for selling out to people who make millions by murdering other living creatures. — Geoffrey Giuliano

If I didn't have the reverb I'd be an unhappy camper. So I want reverb in my monitor mix. Reverb and a good level in my monitor and I'm all set. — Paul Taylor

A symbol is indeed the only possible expression of some invisible essence, a transparent lamp about a spiritual flame; while allegory is one of many possible representations of an embodied thing, or familiar principle, and belongs to fancy and not to imagination: the one is a revelation, the other an amusement. — William Butler Yeats

I am full of theories that are based on a very liquid foundation, because I used to be a drinker. — Malachy McCourt

Don't outline your stories. A lot of fiction workshops say you should. I say the opposite. I quote Grace Paley: "We write what we don't know we know." — Andre Dubus

There are times when we have had enough even of our Friends. — Henry David Thoreau

I am a musician, ya know; music is my world. — Stephen Marley

There's some real dark days where you just feel like the story is falling apart in every one. Just keep moving forward, even when you are bluffing, even when you don't quite know what is going to happen next. — Dan Scanlon

Sylvester wins, obviously [best actor in a supporting role in 2016]. That's the whole point of this. We're all getting dressed up to go to the Oscars to hear Sylvester Stallone, let no one get this twisted. The academy can't pay for a better moment than this: this is the Oscar's original darling. — Bun B.

The exact science of one molecule transformed into another
that Mabel could not explain, but then again she couldn't explain how a fetus formed in the womb, cells becoming beating heart and hoping soul. She could not fathom the hexagonal miracle of snowflakes formed from clouds, crystallized fern and feather that tumble down to light on a coat sleeve, white stars melting even as they strike. How did such force and beauty come to be in something so small and fleeting and unknowable? — Eowyn Ivey