Bob Stoops Quotes
So for me, being here, it's OU-Texas, ... It's two good teams that have won national championships. They have a great and strong tradition. And they have traditionally been nationally ranked.
Bob Stoops
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But I was losing so much bone density that I would have been in grave danger. And I mean grave danger. If I had let it go just a few more years I could have broken my hip or spine just picking up my granddaughter.
Sally Field
Writing a novel is one of those modern rites of passage, I think, that lead us from an innocent world of contentment, drunkenness, and good humor, to a state of chronic edginess and the perpetual scanning of bank statements.
J. G. Ballard
We cannot afford idleness, waste or inefficiency.
Eamon de Valera
The truth is, I'm not body confident.
Tamsin Egerton
I don't write with a scheme or a plan. I write word to word, so whatever that first sentence is, having said that, one more or less had to say what comes next and next and next. Guilty of no cogitation or forethought.
Padgett Powell
The trade union movement represents the organized economic power of the workers... It is in reality the most potent and the most direct social insurance the workers can establish.
Samuel Gompers
If only the people around you know you're an artist, then you're doing something wrong.
Fetty Wap
Show me the man who would go to heaven alone if he could, and I will show you one who will never be admitted there.
Owen Feltham
I don't make outlines or plans because whenever I do, they turn out to be useless. It is as if I am compelled to violate the scope of any outline or plan; it is as if the writing does not want me to know what is about to happen.
Leslie Marmon Silko
I sometimes have to look back and say, "Wow, this is amazing what has happened to me. I have been able to fulfill a lot of these dreams that I had when I was very young." It's a pretty amazing feeling. But at the same time it becomes addictive!
Leonardo DiCaprio
Pioneers may be picturesque figures, but they are often rather lonely ones.
Nancy Astor
Even after he was gone, I still loved my father. I looked Norwegian, like him, with a long face, strong jaw, thin mouth, and flashing eyes. And, like him, I was verbal, easygoing, and low-key on the surface, and, deep down, proud, socially paranoid, full of self-loathing, and prone to rage at injustice.
Kate Christensen
