Sorcery Crossword Quotes & Sayings

Best car England ever made,' was how Jim had introduced his car. 'Out of production, thanks to socialism. — Anonymous

Could an angler go fishing without a fishing rod, line and hook? It depends what they're fishing for. — Fennel Hudson

The only thing that exists is torment, lyricism, and the magnificence of language. — John C. Hawkes

I remember the first time somebody played me Janis Joplin. My friend Donna put on Janis Joplin, and she said, 'You're like her.' At the time, I wasn't even a singer; I was a drummer. I just wanted to play the drums. — Sophie B. Hawkins

Love is ... not a fact in nature of which we become aware, but rather a creation of the human imagination. — Joseph Wood Krutch

[P]ride is something only folk with money can afford. — Tamora Pierce

But artists aren't the only marginalized folks controlling real estate. Think about the colonizing role that wealthy white gay men have played in communities of color; they're often the first group to gentrify poor and working-class neighborhoods. Harlem is a good example. Gays have moved in and driven up rents, as have renegade young white students, who want to be cool and hip. This is colonization, post-colonial-style. After all, the people who are "sent back" to recover the territory are always those who don't mind associating with the colored people! And it's a double bind, because some of these people could be allies. Some gay white men are proactive about racism, even while being entrepreneurial. But in the end, they take spaces, redo them, sell them for a certain amount of money, while the people who have been there are displaced. And in some cases, the people of color who are there are perceived as enemies by white newcomers. — Bell Hooks

I used to go to the Cleveland Comedy Club all the time. If there was a comic I liked, I'd go see him two or three times that week. Bob Saget was one of those guys. — Drew Carey

We were not making love, we did not even kiss, but the inexplicable intimacy we shared left us wordlessly and hopelessly locked into each other's gaze. — Jasmine Dubroff

What's the use of dying in a ward surrounded by a lot of groaning and croaking incurables? Wouldn't it be much better to throw a party with that twenty-seven thousand and take poison and depart for the other world to the sound of violins, surrounded by lovely drunken girls and happy friends? — Mikhail Bulgakov