Timmons Volkswagen Quotes & Sayings

I hate foreplay, I want to get straight to the point. My favourite position is on top so I can take control. — Melissa Satta

If you want to make change, 'Show me how' can be a stronger, more effective approach than 'Just say no.' That's what I think. — Carl Safina

I celebrate a victory when I start walking off the field. By the time I get to the locker room, I'm done. — Tom Osborne

Over the years, numerous times, too many times to count, just as I was about to reach my breaking point, just when I thought I couldn't take another minute, another second, out of nowhere-at the grocery store, at the park, at restaurants-angel, Ethan's angels, would appear and safe us: strangers in stores would stop to talk to Ethan; neighbors took him for a walk... — Jim Kokoris

For many years I was the youngest among my mathematical friends. It makes me melancholy to realize that I now have become the oldest in most groups of scientists. — Stanislaw Ulam

Unless it was about to cause you bodily harm, rot your rhubarb on the stalk, or carry off your children, weather ought either to be celebrated or ignored. — Tom Robbins

Essentially the rule of thirds is this: If you take a photo and place two imaginary horizontal lines across it, dividing the photo into three horizontal rectangles, and if you take two vertical lines and do the same then you will end up with an imaginary set of lines like those below: — Aaron Chase

I'm not used to girls, or familiar with their customs. I feel awkward around them, I don't know what to say. I know the unspoken rules of boys, but with girls I sense that I am always on the verge of some unforeseen, calamitous blunder. — Margaret Atwood

I swear stupidity is contagious and as hard as I try, logic doesn't seem to be the cure. — Jamie Canosa

I think I'm always adopting a persona. That's how I look at pop music. I don't feel like I have to be myself. I feel like I have to be true to myself, but I don't have to show an exact picture of who I am. — Robyn

The great bronze gate began to crack,
The sea broke in at every crack,
Pellmell, blueblack. — Sylvia Plath