Famous Quotes & Sayings

Young Buck

With me being form the South, I wanted to make this album like a G Unit.

Young Buck

It was like an honor thing for me to meet 50 cause I respected his whole story.

Iggy Pop

She looked at me penetratingly. So I suppose you can figure out what happened next.

Gerry Beckley

We then went through the audition process and picked a guy named Richard Campbell and he is no secret to L.A. players as he was with Natalie Cole for years and Three Dog Night.

Gerry Beckley

It's one thing to be a fan and it's another thing to be a label.

Gerry Beckley

I try to be careful to not just say it's a greatest hits show because we've also made efforts to keep people up to date so to speak because we continually write and record and put out albums.

Godfried Danneels

I prepared my intervention the night before I spoke. As it happened, there were about 44 cardinals who wished to speak but could not because there was not enough time. I was one of the last to speak.

Gary Cherone

Spitfire asked me if I had a problem talking about Van Halen or Extreme. I really don't. There are people who are just going to want to know what it was like to play with Eddie.

Gary Cherone

They hated Sammy Hagar for 12 years and they hate him to this day.

C. S. Lewis

Man must endure his going hence.

Bette Davis

She did it the hard way.

Bill Vaughan

How meagre one's life becomes when it is reduced to its basic facts. And the last, most complete reduction is on one's tombstone: a name, two dates.

Scott Baio

Tom Bosley may have passed, but through that part and that character, a part of him will live on forever.

Becca Fitzpatrick

Tacos." "Tacos?" I echoed. This seemed to amuse him. "Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese." "I know what a taco is!

Richard Gentles

We'll know tomorrow from the vet if he can be released.

Jose Andres Puerta

For me, summer hasn't really started until tomatoes reappear in local farmers' markets.

Agnes de Mille

I want one word on my tombstone - dancer.

Charles Dickens

At the great iron gate of the churchyard he stopped and looked in. He looked up at the high tower spectrally resisting the wind, and he looked round at the white tombstones, like enough to the dead in their winding-sheets, and he counted the nine tolls of the clock-bell.