Witty Alligator Quotes & Sayings

No matter how one approaches the figures, one is forced to the rather startling conclusion that the use of firearms in crime was very much less when there were no controls of any sort and when anyone, convicted criminal or lunatic, could buy any type of firearm without restriction. Half a century of strict controls on pistols has ended, perversely, with a far greater use of this weapon in crime than ever before. — Colin Greenwood

You know, if you really want to fiddle the old-time way, you've got to learn the dance. The contra-dances, hoedowns. It's all in the rhythm of the bow. The great North Carolina fiddle player Tommy Jarrell said, 'If a feller can't bow, he'll never make a fiddler. He might make a violin player, but he'll never make no fiddler.' — Alison Krauss

Forgive to be free, let go to grow like a tree. — Debasish Mridha

Strong jealousy in a beautiful love is the autumn in the middle of a hot summer! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Every summer Lin Kong returned to Goose Village to divorce his wife, Shuyu. — Ha Jin

There's an audience for everything. — Davy Jones

Showing off is what you do when your are simply better than everybody else. — Dolph Ziggler

Though simple and obvious as an act of art, the drawing portrayed the silly, helpless tendency of fundamental things to get way off course and turn into nonsense, illustrated the church's grotesque pearling around its traditional heart, explained the pernicious extrapolating rules and observances of governments - implicated all of us in a gradual apostasy from every perfect thing we find or make. — Denis Johnson

The sound of the harpsichord resembles that of a bird-cage played with toasting-forks. — Thomas Beecham

Anything is possible if yo've got enough nerve, — J.K. Rowling

I'm tearing down Route 80 East, the sun's on my right side. I'm drunk, but my vision's good. — Lou Reed

Brotherhood is not so wild a dream as those, who profit by postponing it, pretend. — Eric Sevareid

When she got back from taking Cassie to school Fancy knew that she ought to be working on her wilderness romance. She had promised thirty thousand words to her editor by tomorrow, and she had only written eleven. Specifically:
His rhinoceros smelled like a poppadom: sweaty, salty, strange and strong.
Her editor would cut that line. — Jaclyn Moriarty