Plant Hanger Quotes

#1. If there is an after, I hope it's not dark. And I hope you can remember. I'd hate to wander around in the dark forever, not knowing who I was or what I was doin' here, or not even knowing that I'd ever had anything different.

Richard Bachman

#2. A photograph is not an accident - is a concept. It exists at, or before, the moment of exposure of the negative.

Ansel Adams

#3. I didn't even recall being on the DB sessions until Herbie Flowers reminded me a couple of years ago.

Jim Sullivan

#4. I fell in love with running, and I finally have time to do it now.

Shawn Johnson

#5. One of the things you have to be able to do, as a comic strip artist, is to draw things repeatedly from a variety of angles, so you need references, and you find the best picture you can.

Dave Gibbons

#6. Vice presidents are at times tasked with issuing direct broadsides against enemies while the top guy stays above the fray. But never before has a vice president served as an attack dog against his own party's voters.

John Podhoretz

#7. It's not hard to grow when you know that you just don't know.

Damien Rice

#8. Let it not be said that I have said nothing new. The arrangement of the material is new.

Blaise Pascal

#9. The Rabbit started violently, dropped the white kid gloves and the fan, and scurried away into the darkness as hard as he could go.

Lewis Carroll

#10. So a good man can be a bad Christian?"
"I suppose so."
"Then a bad man," I said, "can be a good Christian?

Bernard Cornwell

#11. [On Venice:] Every hour of the day is a miracle of light. In summer with daybreak the rising sun produces such a tender magic on the water that it nearly breaks one's heart.

Peggy Guggenheim

#12. Failure is never a reason not to try again.

Martha Albrand

#13. The hardest part is what to leave behind, ... It's time to let go!

A.A. Milne

#14. It takes writing a billion bad words before you get to the good ones.

Ray Bradbury

#15. It was as if God had decided to put to the test every capacity for surprise and was keeping the inhabitants of Macondo in a permanent alteration between excitement and disappointment, doubt and revelation, to such an extreme that no one knew for certain where the limits of reality lay.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez