Famous Quotes & Sayings

Bobby Collins

Is that all? That seemed like a 25-turnover night to me.

Andy Goldsworthy

Abandoning the project was incredibly stressful after having gone through the process of building the room, installing the kiln, collecting the stones, sitting with the kiln day and night as it came to temperature, experiencing the failures.

Michael Jackson

Look at how many great actors or entertainers have been lost to the world because they did a performance one night and that was it. With film, you capture that, it's shown all over the world and it's there forever.

Walt Whitman

I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled systems, All all I see multiplied as high as I can cipher edge but the rim of the farther systems. Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding, Outward and outward and forever outward.

Wilfrid Sheed

Scott Fitzgerald is a sound you like to hear at certain times of the day, say at four in the afternoon and again late at night, and at other times it makes you slightly sick.

Samuel Johnson

Whoever thinks of going to bed before twelve o'clock is a scoundrel.

Sam Cooke

Another Saturday night and I ain’t got nobody…..

William P. Young

But, enough of that for now. Let’s get lost again in the starry night.

William Makepeace Thackeray

The little cares, fears, tears, timid misgivings, sleepless fancies of I don't know how many days and nights, were forgotten under one moment's influence of that familiar, irresistible smile.

Tonight, when we were eating dinner, Marta said something that really knocked me for a loop. She said, ""I love carrots."" ""Good,"" I said as I gritted my teeth real hard. ""Then maybe you and carrots would like to go into the bedroom and have sex!"" They didn't, but maybe they will sometime, and I can watch.

I wish outer space guys would conquer the Earth and make people their pets, because I'd like to have one of those little beds with my name on it.

Anne Kelley

The bedrock of all this is: Do an audit.

Martin Evans

I was born on the first day of January 1941 in the front bedroom of my grandparents' house in Rodborough near Stroud in Gloucestershire where my mother had come to escape the bombing in London.