#freak

I was a pop freak. ↗

— Isaac Hayes

#i #pop

I can't climb very seriously now but I was a bit of a freak. ↗

— Robin Day

#climb #freak #i #now #seriously

I'm a Beethoven freak. I listen to him all the time. ↗

— David Canary

#freak #him #i #listen #time

I'm rich, freakin' rich. It's crazy. ↗

— Britney Spears

#freakin #i #rich

I'm a '70s mom, and my daughter is a '90s mom. I know a lot of women my age who are real computer freaks. ↗

— Florence Henderson

#age #computer #daughter #freaks #i

Half the time I feel like I'm appealing to the downer freaks out there. We start to play one downer record after another until I begin to get down myself. Give me something from 1960 or something; let me get up again. The music of today is for downer freaks, and I'm an upper. ↗

— Wolfman Jack

#again #another #appealing #begin #down

I am a sound freak. I could play around with sound forever. ↗

— Sam Phillips

#around #could #forever #freak #i

I was regarded as the school freak which further reinforced a lot of inhibitions and doubts I had about myself. I was a shy, frightened teenager for a long time. ↗

— Winona Ryder

#doubts #freak #frightened #further #had

She was a beautiful woman." Gavner sighed, tracing the outline of one of the elephants. "She just had very bad taste in underwear …" "And in boyfriends," I added impishly. Mr. Crepsley burst into laughter at that ↗

— Darren Shan

#crepsley #gavner #humor #beauty

And though she could scarcely even feel them, her lips formed the words, and sound emerged, sounding frayed, and small and cracked, forged in her somehow before she was born, since before time, words meant only for him. “I love you.” Three of the most powerful words in the world offered to one of the most powerful men in London in such a small voice. And at first she thought nothing at all had happened. He didn’t blink. But then she realized she’d somehow set him . . . softly ablaze. Emotion burned from him, and his eyes . . . she would never forget his eyes in this moment. His hands remained at his sides. Which is when she noticed they were trembling. God help her, that’s when she felt tears begin to burn at the back of her eyes. One got away. And she brushed her hand roughly against it. And the man who never cleared his throat . . . cleared his throat. And his voice, in truth, wasn’t a good deal louder than hers. “Then it’s just as well that I love you, Genevieve. ↗

— Julie Anne Long

#beauty