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Straitjackets For Crazy Quotes By J.D. Cunegan

By all means, tell the cops about the crazy robot lady with the black leather body suit and the Kill Bill sword. Hope you like straitjackets. — J.D. Cunegan

Straitjackets For Crazy Quotes By Steph Campbell

I inhale, and the two best smells in my world get trapped in my lungs: the salty, cool sting of the ocean in the morning and sweet, morning-sweaty smell of Whit. — Steph Campbell

Straitjackets For Crazy Quotes By Chris Guillebeau

We must purposefully create a life of gratitude if we want to be fully alive. — Chris Guillebeau

Straitjackets For Crazy Quotes By Thomas Jefferson

If [God] has made it a law in the nature of man to pursue his own happiness, He has left him free in the choice of place as well as mode, and we may safely call on the whole body of English jurists to produce the map on which nature has traced for each individual the geographical line which she forbids him to cross in pursuit of happiness. — Thomas Jefferson

Straitjackets For Crazy Quotes By St. Catherine Of Siena

Enrich your soul in the great goodness of God: The Father is your table, the Son is your food, and the Holy Spirit waits on you and then makes His dwelling in you. — St. Catherine Of Siena

Straitjackets For Crazy Quotes By Eddie Marsan

I'd love to play a Bond villain. Yeah, I'd love to play a Bond villain. Everyone always says this to me; they always say, 'You've got to be a Bond villain', 'We're going to make you a Bond villain ... ' But they've never, ever approached me, I've never had a whiff of it. I think I'd love to play a Bond villain; I'd have great fun. — Eddie Marsan

Straitjackets For Crazy Quotes By Marina Finlayson

Throw the word "bargain" around a few times, and people will swarm the tiredest old dreck like bees in search of a new hive. Or maybe locusts, ready to strip the place bare. They even buzzed like swarming insects. Voices raised in conversation and laughter, plus the occasional shrieks of a tired child, formed a background roar that still failed to drown out the tired tinkle of Christmas music piped over the top. I'd only been here ten minutes and already I'd heard White Christmas twice. Two times too many in my book. — Marina Finlayson