Small Pallet Quotes & Sayings

My sister married a German. He complained he couldn't get a good
bagel back home. I said: 'Well, whose fault is that?' — Emo Philips

The inherent blessing of socialism is the equal sharing of misery. — Winston Churchill

Usually step one in a recovery is admitting that you have a problem. I think that's an important thing for the Republican Party to do. — Andrea Tantaros

I was once kissed on the lips by a giraffe, and I don't think I've ever got over it. — Joanna Lumley

Either one fails in one's art or in one's life. — Anais Nin

It was just a different kind of battle, one he'd have to learn to win — Cinda Williams Chima

Fear - there's always fear. You re-create yourself in every movie, don't you? — Josh Brolin

The passageway smelled of smoke: burning wood, a torch, acrid. His head ached. Blood was wet and sticky upon his arm and on his fingers, and the orange glow of torchlight played from behind his back and over the corridor walls, leaping like a bonfire. There was a strange familiarity to it: the narrow walls in around him. And when he came to a wooden door set in the wall, he put his hand upon it and pushed it open.
There was a room, and a pallet inside it; a small torch burned low in a socket upon the wall. A man lay upon the cot, his face bruised and battered, his hands curled against his chest bloody: and Laurence knew him; knew him and knew himself. He remembered another door opening, in Bristol, three years before, and a voice asking him to come outside his prison, in a Britain under siege.
"Tenzing," Laurence said, and, as Tharkay opened feverish eyes, went to help him stand. — Naomi Novik

I wrote as a very angry young man, believing he was going to be killed in a world war. — John Edward Christopher Hill

My Life Is Merged And My Spirit Has Merged With Somebody Else. — Monifah

The tolerance of the public is diminishing. We're spending time on the wrong people. It's nutty. There has to be a better way. Why are we stripsearching Aunt Molly from Iowa and letting on Richard Reid? — Donald J. Carty