Summer Memo Board Quotes

#1. If you invoke the Blessed Virgin when you are tempted, she will come at once to your help, and Satan will leave you.

John Vianney

#2. Never depend on a single source of income.

Warren Buffett

#3. Nuclear is clear so near to fear and tear.

Toba Beta

#4. Acting is make-believe. I never believe I'm the character; I want you to believe.

Kirk Douglas

#5. All at once I began dreading to look at them as they passed. I saw the close moonlit space where they would surge by, and had curious thoughts about the irredeemable pollution of that space. They would perhaps be the worst of all Innsmouth types--something one would not care to remember. The

H.P. Lovecraft

#6. [About his marijuana use] I did. It's not something that I'm proud of. It was a mistake as a young man, but you know? I mean not going to
I never understood that line. The point was to inhale. That was the point.

Barack Obama

#7. It was a terrible day for baseball, it was a worse day for Congress.

Fay Vincent

#8. The first mistake of art is to assume that it's serious.

Lester Bangs

#9. Bad Culture is the contaminated oxygen your staff breath, as they get indoctrinated by your limiting context.

Tony Dovale

#10. As the Russians press on the Poles from the east, the Germans won't have an appetite for a third war with Russia. The United States, however, will back Poland, providing it with massive economic and technical support.

George Friedman

#11. And then, standing there in my Godzilla t-shirt, her blonde hair combed to the side, she says, "Supergirls stand together." I had to say the rest, "Supergirls stay together.

Mav Skye

#12. Isn't it interesting how the sounds are the same for an awful nightmare and great sex?

Rue McClanahan

#13. I tried not to be too obviously interested, and fumbled my notebook and trusty pencil from my duster's pocket.

Jim Butcher

#14. When you find that perfect person, you should never let go. Fate could step in.

Addison Moore

#15. Frustration, too evident in the cement clench of his jaw.
Distance, the ethereal detached from the flesh and bone.
Impatience, in the soft thrum of his heel as we sit in silence.

Ellen Hopkins