Z P Y Nicolas Lutz Quotes & Sayings

Hold a picture of yourself long and steadily enough in your mind's eye, and you will be drawn toward it. — Napoleon Hill

Really? A Confession flower. Why would it be called that? Because a confession is a revelation of the truth. Truth is pure. White is pure. Thus the name. — Terry Goodkind

I don't think of my music as something that works well in the background. And because a lot of it isn't in 4/4, people might not like to dance to it. — Max Tundra

When I think of my work, I'm aware that I'm American and African at all points and times. And without a doubt, my experience and understanding of America was shaped by having immigrant parents. — Dinaw Mengestu

On days where I feel the karma is in balance I'm not afraid of death. And when I feel it's weighing heavily on the negative side, then I get very scared and just think about eternal damnation and how unpleasant that would be. — Will Oldham

All of the men on my staff can type. — Bella Abzug

A girl would be lucky to have you, but not like this, Carmine. Not the way you treat people now. You're wasting your time, and it's not worth it. You need to find something that is. So, maybe your life isn't boring, but it has to be unfulfilling. — J.M. Darhower

I've spent a lot of very happy times in Edinburgh as a result of playing virtually every festival since 1996. It's also a beautiful city in its own right, is walkable, within sight of the sea and mountains - and was too far north for the Luftwaffe to have done any damage, hence the spectacularly beautiful architecture. — Marcus Brigstocke

Now do you understand,' he said, 'you were with me all along? — Laura Barnett

Since I was a teenager, I wanted to be in a band with my mates: my pure image of a band. — Josh Klinghoffer

When the human voice is reduced to being no longer a song, a word, or a cry, but the articulation of the unnamable itself, it is natural that there should be no other sound than the grinding of ice in the polar regions, the light, intermittent crackling of silk in the highest zones of the atmosphere, at the moment when the aurora borealis unfurls its strange, cold spangles. Majesty does not tolerate other eyes than these hard crystals — Michel Leiris