On Sergei Fedorov's breaking three sticks on Dallas players: I don't know if Anna (Kournikova) told him to get tougher or what.
I've asked about you and they told me things but my mind didn't change and I still feel the same.
My mother’s been living alone for over ten years. She gets up at six every morning. She makes herself a coffee. She waters her plants. She listens to the news on the radio. She drinks her coffee. She has a quick wash. An hour later, at seven, her day is over. Two months ago a neighbour told her about your blog, and she asked me to buy her one of those thingummyjigs – by a thingummyjig she meant a computer. And since then, thanks to your trimmings, your ribbon bows, your tie-backs for curtains, she’s rediscovered the joys of life. So don’t tell me you don’t know any answers.
Matty told Hatty about a thing she saw, had two big horns and a wooly jaw.
The hangover was brutal but he didn't mind. It told him he had been somewhere else, someplace good.
I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.
He had told her he would love her forever, but he could not stay with her. From that time on, she couldn't see his glow or hear his voice in her head. Could he still hear her? Was he even aware of her existence?
The memory came faint and cold of the story I might have told, a story in the likeness of my life, I mean without the courage to end or the strength to go on.
I've been racking my brain. I've been trying to figure out how Bob Dole's luggage got on my airplane. . . I told the doctor, I said, 'Look, I'm worried about the next election. '. . . A misunderstanding.
Socrates said the perfect society would be based on a great lie. People would be told that lie from the cradle, and they would believe it, because human beings need to make order out of chaos.
We are told that when Hölderlin went 'mad,' he constantly repeated, 'Nothing is happening to me, nothing is happening to me. '
We're out of time, Payton. You said it yourself: the only way we'll make it is for us to go into this together. I know we can do this. But I need you to believe it. You need to believe. . . in us. " Peyton didn't say anything for a long moment, and J. D. could literally hear his heart beating. Then she finally answered. "It would have to be called Kendall and Jameson. " It took J. D a moment to catch on. Then he grinned. "No way. Jameson and Kendall. It's alphabetical. " "You told our boss that you banged me on top of your desk. " "Kendall and Jameson sounds great
I'm not sure who's right, who's wrong, but it doesn't matter. Sometimes you just have to do what you're told. That's who we are!
Sometimes I try to remember things my mother told me about the awful way he was raised. But why does he have to keep on going? Why would you take something bad out of your mouth and hand it to another, saying, Here, eat this?
You can hate me. You can go out there and say anything you want about me, But you will love me later because I told you the truth.
That's what you want to do? Then nothing beats a trial but a failure. Give it everything you've got. I've told you many times, 'Cant do is like Dont Care. ' Neither of them have a home.
My brother is like, "You are a Victoria's Secret Angel?" He cannot believe it. When I told him the first time he was like, "You? On that catwalk?" So it's such an amazing surprise for me in my career to be able to do this.
Ballplayers, like everyone else, like to get told they did something right.
A villain is just a victim whose story hasn’t been told.
My friend Fred Coury, the drummer in '80s rock band Cinderella, told me that in the rock world, you're either still there, or you're struggling to get back to where you were.