Eve Merriam Quotes
It's just an old alley cat that has followed us all the way home. It hasn't a star on its forehead, or a silky satiny coat. No proud tiger stripes, no dainty tread, no elegant velvet throat. It's a splotchy, blotchy city cat, not a pretty cat, a rough little bag of old bones. 'Beauty,' we shall call you. 'Beauty' come in.
Eve Merriam
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I think of the prisoners on 'Orange Is the New Black,' a lot of times, as uplifting.
Samira Wiley
It gives me immense pleasure to be trustworthy, faithful, and true – to have the kind of romantic bond that inspires this.
Kate Christensen
I know some people say I can be funny. But there is always a deeper meaning to what I say. I am a socialist at heart and have the interests of the poor in mind. When people see how I manage to work my way out of tough situations, it gives them hope in their own life.
Lalu Prasad Yadav
The chips are in production, the machines aren't. So we've got a little bit of work left to do.
J Allard
I would go to cosmetics counters and buy two or three foundations and powders, and then go home and mix them before I came up with something suitable for my undertones.
Iman
A peculiar fact about termite-tapeworm-fungus-moss art is that it goes always forward, eating its own boundaries, and, likely as not, leaves nothing in its path other than the signs of eager, industrious, unkempt activity.
Manny Farber
The beauty of jazz is that it's malleable. People are addressing it to suit their own personalities.
Pat Metheny
The stuff I write I'm very proud of, but I'm smart enough to know I'll never get on the cover of 'Rolling Stone' next to Elvis Costello.
Dan Hill
For a long time, I'd been vaguely fascinated by the idea that Charles Lindbergh flew the Atlantic and Babe Ruth hit 60 home runs in the same summer.
Bill Bryson
A book is never a masterpiece: it becomes one. Genius is the talent of a dead man.
Carl Sandburg
In boxing, it's one fight, so it's easier to build up rivalries, but everyone's got huge respect for each other.
Katarina Johnson-Thompson
It's just an old alley cat that has followed us all the way home. It hasn't a star on its forehead, or a silky satiny coat. No proud tiger stripes, no dainty tread, no elegant velvet throat. It's a splotchy, blotchy city cat, not a pretty cat, a rough little bag of old bones. 'Beauty,' we shall call you. 'Beauty' come in.
Eve Merriam
