Skewbald Quotes & Sayings

I can take any series of numbers and turn it into music, from Bach to bebop, Herbie Hancock to hip-hop. — Donald Byrd

You're going to be a father. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll throw up again. — David Eddings

This is what being alive's all about, all those fucked up feelings. You've got to have them; when you stop, watch out. — Irvine Welsh

There is a brilliant child locked inside every student. — Marva Collins

The seven marvels that best represent man's achievements over the last 2,000 years will be determined by Internet vote ... so look for Howard Stern's Private Parts to come in No. 1. — Jon Stewart

I have as much input to the blues; I just never got the chance, the opportunity or maybe the respect. — Luther Allison

I didn't want to deal in poetry. I got rid of that after a few months. — Tom Wesselmann

We've all felt anger. It can come when things don't turn out the way we want. It might be a reaction to something which is said of us or to us. We may experience it when people don't behave the way we want them to behave. Perhaps it comes when we have to wait for something longer than we expected. We might feel angry when others can't see things from our perspective. There seem to be countless possible reasons for anger ... .If we desire to have a proper spirit with us at all times, we must choose to refrain from becoming angry. — Thomas S. Monson

Emmanuel Twinning, on the other hand, was gentle and very old, and made his own suits out of hospital blankets, and lived nearby with a horse.
Emmanuel and the skewbald had much in common, including the use of the kitchen, and one saw their grey heads, almost any evening, poking together out of the window. The old man himself, when seen alone, seemed to inhabit unearthly regions, so blue and remote that the girls used to sing:
O come, O come, E-mah-ah-ah-new-el!
An' ransom captive Is-rah-ah-ah-el! ...
At this he would nod and smile gently upon us, moving his lips to the hymn. He
was so very old, so far and strange, I never doubted that the hymn was his. He wore sky-blue blankets, and his name was Emmanuel; it was easy to think he was God. — Laurie Lee