Pratney Whitney Quotes

#1. The last remnants of Deanna the child--the idealist, the sheltered elite--had been torn loose by tonight's tragedies, slain with the same bullet that had felled her would-be killer. She had no idea who the new person inhabiting this shell of her old self would become. The realization frightened her.

Leslie Ann Moore

#2. So glad you could bless me with your presence, Oh Late One - Fenn

Candace Knoebel

#3. If you work in Chicago in the improv scene, anyone is happy for you if you get a job.

Steven Yeun

#4. I have had the opportunity to become acquainted with many wonderful people from many walks of life. I have known rich and poor, famous and modest, wise and otherwise.

Joseph B. Wirthlin

#5. If it was appropriate to judge a person based on her footwear - and it obviously was - I decided I liked her immediately.

Chloe Neill

#6. See what is before you, the thing itself. Analyze later.

Eric Weiner

#7. I have never opened with the QP - on principle.

Bobby Fischer

#8. Architecture depends on its time. It is the crystallization of its inner structure, the slow unfolding of its form.

Ludwig Mies Van Der Rohe

#9. Empty yourself of past resentment, anger, and sadness to fill it with love and pure happiness.

Debasish Mridha

#10. Lacey.." If it was supposed to be a protest it was a weak one. It was more groan than warning

Amy Andrews

#11. We belonged together; there was a dream rightness and magic to it, inarguable; the thought of her flooded every corner of my mind with light and poured brightness into miraculous lofts I hadn't even known were there, vistas that seemed to exist not at all except in relationship to her.

Donna Tartt

#12. Like in nature, I like things which are based on a few simple principles, even though their manifestation can be very rich.

Fabiola Gianotti

#13. The basic problem, actually, is how to get rid of the idea that we're going to get rid of our problems. Only then can we relate directly with the real issues of our life.

Bernie Glassman

#14. Lusia's face was red and blotchy. She stared ahead, numb, absentmindedly pulling the grass from the lawn.

A.O. Peart