#dre

We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising. I still believe that one can learn to play the piano by mail and that mud will give you a perfect complexion. ↗

— Zelda Fitzgerald

#american #believe #complexion #dreams #founding

At last a dream come true. The Instrument of Instruments. ↗

— Mick Fleetwood

#dream #instrument #instruments #last #true

And I'm a slow writer: five, six hundred words is a good day. That's the reason it took me 20 years to write those million and a half words of the Civil War. ↗

— Shelby Foote

#civil war #day #five #good #good day

As a kid growing up in the little city of Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, I dreamed of one day playing in the NHL, but never did I expect it to be as much fun as it turned out to be. ↗

— Ron Francis

#day #did #dreamed #expect #fun

I began to ration my writing, for fear I would dream through life as my father had done. I was afraid I had inherited a poisoned gene from him, a vocation without a gift. ↗

— Mavis Gallant

#began #done #dream #father #fear

My dresses are very reasonably priced, for dresses that are cut on the body. ↗

— John Galliano

#cut #dresses #priced #reasonably #very

You, too, women, cast away all the cowards from your embraces; they will give you only cowards for children, and you who are the daughters of the land of beauty must bear children who are noble and brave. ↗

— Giuseppe Garibaldi

#bear #beauty #brave #cast #children

I am somewhat proud of this," Mab's cold voice said. "To be sure, the White Christ never suffered so long or so terribly as did this traitor. Three days on a tree. Hardly enough time for a prelude. When it came to visiting agony, the Romans were hobbyists. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#change

There were quick footsteps beside me, and then Molly pressed her back to mine. "You take that side!" she said. "I'll take this one!" DJ Molly C lifted both of her wands and turned the battle chaos to eleven. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#change

Susan smiled at me, giving Molly the Female Once-Over - a process by which one woman creates a detailed profile of another woman based upon about a million subtle details of clothing, jewelry, makeup, and body type, and then decides how much of a social threat she might be. Men have a parallel process, but it's binary: Does he have beer? If yes, will he share with me? ↗

— Jim Butcher

#change