Ricky Rudd Quotes

#1. Brynne was my heaven. I'd seek out my heaven endlessly.

Raine Miller

#2. This monster of a land, this mightiest of nations, this spawn of the future, turns out to be the macrocosm of microcosm me.

John Steinbeck

#3. Maybe I want everything to be as simple as two guys in bed together," he said.
"As simple as pleasing the man I belong to and making him feel better when he's in pain.

Kim Dare

#4. In my experience there's not a state in the world," Fee said matter-of-factly, "that cannot be greatly improved by close proximity to cheese. Especially

Sarah-Kate Lynch

#5. Loving life is easy when you are abroad. Where no one knows you and you hold your life in your hands all alone, you are more master of yourself than at any other time

Hannah Arendt

#6. The Thieves of Manhattan is a sly and cutting riff on the book-publishing world that is quite funny unless you happen to be an author, in which case the novel will make you consider a more sensible profession-like being a rodeo clown, for example, or a crab-fisherman in the Bering Sea.

Carl Hiaasen

#7. I may drive in a few races next year if someone needs a substitute driver ... (but) if I were never to drive again, I have had a great career.

Ricky Rudd

#8. Remember the Russians!

Diana Peterfreund

#9. I'm not stubborn," Ash said. "I'm right. There's a difference.

Courtney Milan

#10. The Warrior knows that he is free to choose his desires, and he makes these decisions with courage, detachment and sometimes, with just a touch of madness

Paulo Coelho

#11. I think people have learned that Herbie Hancock can be defined as someone that you won't be able to figure out what he's going to do next. The sky is the limit as far as I'm concerned.

Herbie Hancock

#12. When we involve others in spontaneous acts of kindness, we go from being strangers to becoming a united team connected at the heart level.

Molly Friedenfeld

#13. The last paragraph, in which you tell what the story is about, is almost always best left out.

Irwin Shaw

#14. It was as if you could see into the sky, through it's layers and into it's core. Layers of stars, translucent blanket upon blanket. The beauty was overwhelming. The wind blew her hair, and she willed herself to stop, to breathe, to feel.

Deborah Rodriguez

#15. Colorful tin trays from my grandmother? A friend confided

Gretchen Rubin