Merriweather Quotes

#1. They said later that Mrs. Merriweather was putting her all into the grand finale, that she had crooned, "Po-ork," with a confidence born of pine trees and butterbeans entering on cue. She waited a few seconds, then called, "Po-ork?" When nothing materialized, she yelled, "Pork!

Harper Lee

#2. I learned more about the poor Mrunas' social life from listening to Mrs. Merriweather: they had so little sense of family that the whole tribe was one big family.

Harper Lee

#3. I thought it was love. No, it wasn't. It was marriage

Bangambiki Habyarimana

#4. I want a bigger band with higher highs, a bigger ladder. And I want more bottom - I want an incredible amount of bottom. I want more noise. When I do a rock tune I want it to be so HUGE ...

Janis Joplin

#5. One must go through periods of numbness that are harder to bear than grief.

Anne Morrow Lindbergh

#6. I shall go wherever I am asked to participate for freedom.

Mary Tyler Peabody Mann

#7. What we believe possesses us, and thus too often it overwhelms love - the truth of us.

Miguel Ruiz

#8. There is need of brevity, that the thought may run on.

Horace

#9. Anxiety prepares the organism badly for an ordeal which even under more favorable circumstances would not be an easy thing to bear.

Henryk Sienkiewicz

#10. There is no gay leader anywhere near the stature of Martin Luther King, because black activism drew on the profound spiritual tradition of the church, to which gay political rhetoric is childishly hostile.

Camille Paglia

#11. When you'r no longer identified with roles and labels and conventional definition of person

U.G. Krishnamurti

#12. My father was a poor man, very poor in a British colonial possession where class and race were very important.

Sidney Poitier

#13. If you knew how meat was made, you'd probably lose your lunch.

K.d. Lang

#14. Even with the fact that I grew up in North Carolina, 'Jim Rash' just screams 'Southern boy.'

Jim Rash

#15. They were not permitted to so much as knock upon the door to the room in which he thought and wrote about art, but ted hadn't found a way to keep them from prowling outside it, ghostly feral creatures drinking from a pond at moonlight, their bare feet digging in the carpet ...

Jennifer Egan