Stanhill Quotes & Sayings

I have been able to get a small audience. It's not the huge audience, but it's enough to make it possible to play. I appreciate that. — Lee Konitz

It is all still new to me. I have lived my life on the prairie and a line of oak trees can still astonish me. — Marilynne Robinson

I get speeding ticket like everybody else. If the restaurant is full I'm waiting in line like everybody else. — Mikhail Baryshnikov

A small cow walked toward him and meowed. What on earth is - Stanhill mentioned you brought your cat. He failed to mention the creature is the size of an SUV. — Kristen Painter

Finding a life partner is like choosing a bed. You need one as a friend either in times of health or sickness. Freshness or weariness. Happiness or sadness. And we can be certain that we've picked the right one without having to sleep with it first. — Isman H. Suryaman

Some see the glass half full, some see it half empty, and some see it crawling with toxic alien parasites who want to devour your pancreas. — James Alan Gardner

I don't think God cares what you put in your body or on your body. — Tammy Faye Bakker

No one will ever convince me that the word of God is not true. — Ken Ham

The eyes are not the windows but the doors of the soul. Beware what may enter them. — Steven Moffat

To me, writing and composing are much more like painting, about colors and brushes; I don't use a computer when I write, and I don't use a piano. I'm at a desk writing, and it's very broad strokes and notes as colors on a palette. — James Horner

What do you care?" Arik Siq asked. "Who your people were matters hardly at all. Who they are now is what matters. Who you are." "Your history is sometimes a way of understanding your present," Pan replied. "You are your history. — Terry Brooks

The government doesn't want us to have weapons and yet, they have weapons. I think the biggest weapon they have is the IRS [Internal Revenue Service]. They can use taxes as a weapon, and the IRS code that you can't even figure it out. — Glenn Beck

Professora." Miles ducked a nod to her, smiling in turn. "Is she here? Is she in? Is she well? You said this would be a good time. I'm not too early, am I? I thought I'd be late. The traffic was miserable. You're going to be around, aren't you? I brought these. Do you think she'll like them?" The sticking-up red flowers tickled his nose as he displayed his gift while still clutching the rolled-up flimsie, which had a tendency to try to unroll and escape whenever his grip loosened. — Lois McMaster Bujold