N. Scott Momaday Quotes
Coyotes have the gift of seldom being seen; they keep to the edge of vision and beyond, loping in and out of cover on the plains and highlands. And at night, when the whole world belongs to them, they parley at the river with the dogs, their higher, sharper voices full of authority and rebuke. They are an old council of clowns, and they are listened to.
N. Scott Momaday
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I just sing the songs that people don't expect you to sing, because I just love having fun at karaoke and I'm always a bit nervous to sing something serious.
Samantha Barks
Some musicians I know are incredible fathers. Like Keith Richards. A fantastic dad.
Jack Bruce
Cream
In novels, and American novels in particular, it's not just about redemption, it's about forward movement and healing oneself. Americans are very big on getting better.
Hanya Yanagihara
The war on terror is the most insane and immoral war of all time. The Americans are doing what they did in Vietnam, bombing villages. But how can a civilised nation do this? How can you can eliminate suspects, their wives, their children, their families, their neighbours? How can you justify this?
Imran Khan
They hate whom they fear.
Quintus Ennius
However, we still have the problem of free travel and movement, since the Travel Documents issued by UNMIK as the substitute to passports, are not fully recognized yet by all countries.
Ibrahim Rugova
I'm not jealous, and I'm not possessive, and I'm not controlling.
Gary Busey
Politics is a people business. I like people.
Laura Bush
I was a tomboy and I didn't have a bunch of brothers but I always wanted them and so I sort of adopted a few of my great friends to be my brother.
Olivia Wilde
If each of my words were a drop of water, you would see through them and glimpse what I feel: gratitude, acknowledgement.
Octavio Paz
To grasp the true meaning of socialism, imagine a world where everything is designed by the post office, even the sleaze.
P. J. O'Rourke
Coyotes have the gift of seldom being seen; they keep to the edge of vision and beyond, loping in and out of cover on the plains and highlands. And at night, when the whole world belongs to them, they parley at the river with the dogs, their higher, sharper voices full of authority and rebuke. They are an old council of clowns, and they are listened to.
N. Scott Momaday