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Singularly In A Sentence Quotes By Kathy Hatfield

I notice his socks are unmatched -- one black, the other a dark navy -- and suddenly I am provoked by his gall. Who is he to tell me I'm angry, I think to myself, when he can't even match his own socks? — Kathy Hatfield

Singularly In A Sentence Quotes By Hillary Rodham Clinton

The picture of Chelsea and me that flashed around the world showed a happy mother-daughter team perched on our pachyderm and watching a rare Asian rhino. Later, when we got back to Washington, James Carville remarked: "Don't you just love it? You spent two years trying to get people better health care and they tried to kill you. You and Chelsea rode an elephant, and they loved you! — Hillary Rodham Clinton

Singularly In A Sentence Quotes By Noah Webster

The Bible must be considered as the great source of all the truth by which men are to be guided in government as well as in all social transactions. — Noah Webster

Singularly In A Sentence Quotes By Bram Stoker

I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing. — Bram Stoker

Singularly In A Sentence Quotes By K.B. Cutter

You are America's red, white, and blue-blooded boy-apple pie, and Chevrolet. Me?....Shit, all I am is the bitch who crawls, kills, and fucks in the dark. — K.B. Cutter

Singularly In A Sentence Quotes By Marcus Sakey

Just drop your jeans and gimme those genes. — Marcus Sakey

Singularly In A Sentence Quotes By Paul Virilio

To regain our liberty (and our distance), we must slow the images down. — Paul Virilio

Singularly In A Sentence Quotes By Salman Rushdie

As though she had entered a fable, as though she were no more than words crawling along a dry page, or as though she were becoming that page itself, that surface on which her story would be written and across which there blew a hot and merciless wind, turning her body to papyrus, her skin to parchment, her soul to paper. — Salman Rushdie