Fruit Jelly Quotes

#1. I have no time for the endless nostalgia: 'Oh gosh I used to ... ' Life is too short; I don't have any time for sitting and saying I miss things. What's the point? Go and do something else.

Kate Adie

#2. Words not kept break more than a promise.

Ron Kaufman

#3. Something taken off the page can sound great, I guess. Usually it doesn't. It seems like lately Pitchfork is trying to champion lyric writers more.

Stephen Malkmus

#4. Sufis (the name for the realised individual, not the learner or follower) are reunited with objective Reality and Unity.

Idries Shah

#5. I'm giving you one minute to play, Kenna, then it's time to start wearing you out. I'll be making up for lost time with that sinner's body.

Anonymous

#6. We loved each other in the same difficult, unusable way where you took turns doing it, instead of ever managing to do it at the same time.

Laura Dave

#7. A transvestite spends her entire life trying to look as feminine as possible and I have clearly spent mine celebrating my masculinity.

Vin Diesel

#8. Really, everything for me comes from "Manifestra." It was an incredible gift of a song; it really describes an important moment in my life.

Erin McKeown

#9. I mean, already in the French Revolution, the harpsichord becomes identified with the aristocracy, with the ancien regime. Plus, hey, you know, I mean, harpsichord is a really easy target, isn't it? I mean, it's - it's just how it is.

Mahan Esfahani

#10. Get out of harms way.

Miguel De Cervantes

#11. I spend most nights at home falling in love with the idea of you.

Michael Faudet

#12. What is [the role of money] in the search for meaning? Is our relationship to it one of the chief factors that keeps us in our prison, or could it also be a tool for breaking out, for awakening to a life filled with intensity of purpose?

Jacob Needleman

#13. I'm tired of being this solemn poet of the masses, the enigma shrouded in a mystery.

Michael Stipe

#14. I hate cheaters. I despise men and women who double-dip. It's disgusting.

Violetta Rand