Tommy Lee Motley Crue Ecstasy Quotes & Sayings

House passes #dadt (don't ask don't tell) repeal. A step fwd on equality 4 gay Americans in military. History will judge those who tried 2 block passage on this. — Frank Pallone

On Ecstasy, Joan Rivers looks like Pamela Anderson, so imagine what Pamela Anderson looked like. — Tommy Lee

I've been a stand-up comedian for years, and I can be silly. — Diane Neal

The bear is what we all wrestle with. Everybody has their bear in life. It's about conquering that bear and letting him go. — Jennifer Lopez

If you know you're the best it only makes sense for you to surround yourself with the best. NO EXCEPTIONS — Kanye West

Tyra's always standing up for herself and her "race" over perceived slights. For example, she'll say, "You just pushed me because I'm black!" No, I pushed you because the train was coming right at you, you bulimic twit. — Joan Rivers

Creativity can only be anarchic, capitalist, Darwinian. — Umberto Eco

What's the woman doing there?" he asked.
"Covering a scratch on the hood. She was cheaper than a new paint job."
He flipped through a few more pages of barely dressed women and classic cars. "Nick used to have magazines like this when we were kids. But without the cars." He rotated a photo sideways. "Or the bathing suits. — Kelley Armstrong

It was not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door, but 'twas enough - it served. Stubbing it squarely with his toe, Henry shot forward, all arms and legs. It — P.G. Wodehouse

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Everything's possible
Nothing is true. — Alan Moore

A little after moonrise Stephen woke. Extreme hunger had brought on cramps in his midriff again and he held his breath to let them pass: Jack was still sitting there, the tiller under his knee, the sheet in his hand, as though he had never moved, as though he were as immoveable as the Rock of Gibraltar and as unaffected by hunger, thirst, fatigue, or despondency. In this light he even looked rock-like, the moon picking out the salient of his nose and jaw and turning his broad shoulders and upper man into one massive block. He had in fact lost almost as much weight as a man can lose and live, and in the day his shrunken, bearded face with deep-sunk eyes was barely recognizable; but the moon showed the man unchanged. — Patrick O'Brian

Paul's One Way Out is a fresh, intelligently arranged, and satisfyingly complete telling of the lengthy (and unlikely) history of the group that almost singlehandedly brought rock up to a level of jazz-like sophistication and virtuosity, introducing it as a medium worthy of the soloist's art. Oral histories can be tricky things: either penetrating, delivering information and backstories that get to the heart of how timeless music was made. Or too often, they lie flat on the page, a random retelling of repeated facts and reheated yarns. I'm happy to say that Paul's is in that first category. — Ashley Kahn