Tenures Paddock Quotes & Sayings

On Mother's Day: It's just a rip-off, to tell the truth, a chance to sell my perfume and other things that ladies like. — Elizabeth Taylor

Music. Close your eyes and it's a rosebush blooming in time lapse so that it shoots and blossoms flow outward in a swift choreography of growth and collapse, twine and coil, release and fade.
Close your eyes and music paints light vines and calligraphy on the darkness within you. — Laini Taylor

Some kids would be much better off without the added confusion of an adult point of view. It destroys the purity of their world. — A.J. Albany

Think of the health risks if you don't exercise. The consequences are real. — Mike Rabe

One of the great perks of being an actor is you're only as smart as the job you're in, you know, and you're only as informed as the job you're in, and you do become an expert, and you read all the books, but then there's a part of, like, you move on. — Amy Ryan

Well, Hale was one of the first people who suggested to President Johnson that there should be a commission. — Lindy Boggs

The grin on his face wasn't the affable, friendly sort; instead, it was the sociopathic rictus of the irretrievably, bug-fuckeringly insane — Kevin Hearne

The crossroads of trade are the meeting place of ideas, the attrition ground of rival customs and beliefs; diversities beget conflict, comparison, thought; superstitions cancel one another, and reason begins. — Will Durant

They couldn't hit an elephant at this distance. — John Sedgwick

I just don't really want to settle and I don't think I should have to. — Lauren Conrad

I left a pause. 'You sound like a certain kind of surgeon. A lot more interested in the operation than the patient.' 'I should not like to be in the hands of a surgeon who did not take that view. — John Fowles

A mown hay field appears, its blond stubble blackened by a flock of starlings. As I pass, the field seems to lift, peek to see what's under itself, then resettles. A pickup passes from the other direction. The flock lifts again and this time keeps rising, a narrowing swirl as if sucked through a pipe and then an unfurl of rhythm sudden sprung, becoming one entity as it wrinkles, smooths out, drifts down like a snapped bedsheet. Then swerves and shifts, gathers and twists. Murmuration: ornithology's word-poem for what I see. — Ron Rash