Anthony Burgess Quotes
His real wife, his houri, his paramour was everywhere waiting, genie-like, in a bottle. The hymeneal gouging-off of the bottle-top, the kiss of the brown bitter yeasty flow, the euphoria far beyond the release of detumescence.
Anthony Burgess
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It's nice for me to be in touch with a younger generation.
Ian Mckellen
Politics and ethics belong to different worlds.
Adam Michnik
Back in those days intimidation was the greatest tool the drill instructor had. Without that tool, he would not have had control.
R. Lee Ermey
I write to please me, and I've been very lucky. It's like playing baseball. You just keep swinging, and eventually you get a hit.
Karen Robards
In the country the darkness of night is friendly and familiar, but in a city, with its blaze of lights, it is unnatural, hostile and menacing. It is like a monstrous vulture that hovers, biding its time.
W. Somerset Maugham
I've dated girls that aren't, this is gonna sound so horrible, that aren't super smart, but they still are super confident, and that's more what I've been attracted to is the confidence and the sense of humor.
Parker Young
My wife is not a public person. She is uncomfortable with the limelight, which is why I love her. I don't want a political wife - I want someone who, when I get home, I can have a normal life with.
Jeb Bush
The Prophet had made dishonorable proposals to my wife... under cover of his asserted 'Revelation.'... Smith told his wife Jane the Lord had commanded that he should take plural wives, to add to his glory... Joseph asked her to give him half her love; she was at liberty to keep the other half for her husband.
William Law
You should never say 'D'Brickashaw' and 'bust' in the same sentence. You should never even think that. It should be D'Brickashaw, Pro Bowl, D'Brickashaw, Jets, Super Bowl.
D'Brickashaw Ferguson
My dad wouldn't buy me tight pants. I had to get my own money to buy them.
Young Thug
The woman let out an expansive laugh that resounded through the house like a spray of broken glass.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
His real wife, his houri, his paramour was everywhere waiting, genie-like, in a bottle. The hymeneal gouging-off of the bottle-top, the kiss of the brown bitter yeasty flow, the euphoria far beyond the release of detumescence.
Anthony Burgess