#anderson

I didn't write any music at all, and then, I remember Jon Anderson being very insistent saying that there were two kinds of musicians: the ones who wrote music and the ones who didn't. ↗

— Bill Bruford

#any #being #i #i remember #insistent

Anderson Cooper every night dreams about getting my job permanently really. ↗

— Regis Philbin

#anderson #cooper #dreams #every #every night

When I exhale, I just turn right into Louie Anderson. ↗

— Ryan Reynolds

#i #into #just #louie #right

When I was 16 or 17, I remember kissing one of my first girlfriends, Kim Anderson, under a stairwell at Disneyland. I'll never forget that feeling. ↗

— John Stamos

#disneyland #feeling #first #forget #girlfriends

Just tell him to keep his hands to himself and his python in his pants. ↗

— Evangeline Anderson

#humorous #romance #science-fiction-romance #humor

I pretended to be a Cheyenne guide. I pretended to be a prairie woman. I pretended Henry was my old-timey husband taking me to our new homestead. I leaned down and patted Trouble’s neck. “Good boy,” I said. “Trusty steed. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#glass-girl #henry-whitmire #horseback-riding #horses #laura-anderson-kurk

Next to the first Henry and Meg, Henry had written, “Promise?” Well, that genie’s out of the bottle and there’s no stuffing her back in. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#dating-relationships #henry-whitmire #laura-anderson-kurk #love #meg-kavanagh

We bumped into other silent lines of kids going in the same direction. We looked like we were much younger and our lines were headed to the cafeteria or recess or the carpool line. Or it could’ve been a fire drill. Except for the stone-faced police officers weaving between us with rifles. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#grief #gun-violence #laura-anderson-kurk #love #school-shooting

There will come a time of fire and night, when enemies rise and empires fall, when the stars themselves begin to die. ↗

— Kevin J. Anderson

#kevin-j-anderson #saga-of-seven-suns #science-fiction #science

My mom was sitting at the kitchen table. She’d set her coffee down, making a noise that made me look her way. I’d begun to notice her less and less often, like her colors were fading and blending in with walls. She was shrinking. Or maybe her sphere of influence in the family was shrinking. My dad glanced at her, too, and then wrote something on a napkin. He slid it across the counter to me—Don’t worry. Come home in one piece. Have fun and act like a sixteen-year-old for a change. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#family #glass-girl #grief #laura-anderson-kurk #love