White Sox Announcer Quotes & Sayings

Yeah, chocolate. Chocolate fends off all kinds of nasty stuff. And if you get hungry while warding off evil, you have a snack. It's multipurpose equipment. One — Jim Butcher

Part of the thrill of guiding children into adulthood is the release. But it's also a parent's greatest act of surrender. Still, you have to let them go. Start now. — Charles R. Swindoll

My first writing jobs were writing Tom Arnold specials for HBO, so I love working there. — Judd Apatow

I could see her daring a cobra to strike, swearing her venom would kill first. — Renee Ahdieh

A big Wall Street bank's biggest advantage was its access to vast amounts of cheap risk capital and, with that, its ability to survive the ups and downs of a risky business. That meant little when the business wasn't risky and didn't require much capital. High-frequency traders went home every night with no position in the stock market. They traded in the market the way card counters in a casino played blackjack: They played only — Michael Lewis

If you once realize that to-morrow, if not to-day, you will die and nothing will be left of you, everything becomes insignificant! — Leo Tolstoy

He had hit with his closed fist and knocked her sprawling. It took talent to make Wyatt lose his temper, but Jessie knew just how to do it, and did it mainly just to have something happening. Pouring whiskey from bottle to glass was boring work. — Larry McMurtry

simplicity may be improved, but pride and conceit never. Well, — Walter Scott

I like revisiting, at certain times, spots where I was once happy; I like to shape the present in the image of the irretrievable past. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Charity and treating begin at home. — John Fletcher

Ah, Sir, a novel is a mirror carried along a high road. At one moment it reflects to your vision the azure skies, at another the mire of the puddles at your feet. And the man who carries this mirror in his pack will be accused by you of being immoral! His mirror shews the mire, and you blame the mirror! Rather blame that high road upon which the puddle lies, still more the inspector of roads who allows the water to gather and the puddle to form. — Stendhal