#ray

Once Ray was a Ewing, all the problems were solved. ↗

— Steve Kanaly

#problems #ray #solved #were

I came in thinking about Bobby Ewing, but I love this Ray Krebbs role. ↗

— Steve Kanaly

#bobby #came #i #i came #i love

Ray would be in trouble, he would get drunk, he would try and kill J.R on three different occasions, he would make mistakes with financial affairs, and have various human problems, but he didn't have any mean bones in his body! That was a little bit of what the show was about. ↗

— Steve Kanaly

#affairs #any #bit #body #bones

I got the regular call, that they were doing a Broadway musical of Hairspray, and would I come and audition. I was familiar with the movie, because at the time it came out my lover wrote for Premiere magazine, and we had to see everything. ↗

— Harvey Fierstein

#because #broadway #call #came #come

Sometimes I miss the spirit of London, but it's a very gray place. ↗

— Claire Forlani

#i #london #miss #place #sometimes

My mom taught us the Serenity Prayer at a young age. ↗

— Toby Keith

#age #prayer #serenity #taught #us

I brought you some coffee.” he held out the cup but she waved it away. “I hate that stuff. It tastes like feet.” At that he smiled. “How would you know what feet taste like?” “I just know.” -Luke and Clary, pg.209- ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#coffee #food-critics #funny #luke #food

Dear God, thank you for warm summer nights and candlelight and good food. But thank you most of all for friends. We appreciate the complicated and wonderful gifts you give us in each other. And we appreciate the task you put down before us, of loving each other the best we can, even as you love us. We pray in Christ's name, Amen. ↗

— Kate DiCamillo

#food

I hate the idea of causes, and if I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country. ↗

— E. M. Forster

#betraying #between #causes #choose #country

The minute you land in New Orleans, something wet and dark leaps on you and starts humping you like a swamp dog in heat, and the only way to get that aspect of New Orleans off you is to eat it off. That means beignets and crayfish bisque and jambalaya, it means shrimp remoulade, pecan pie, and red beans with rice, it means elegant pompano au papillote, funky file z'herbes, and raw oysters by the dozen, it means grillades for breakfast, a po' boy with chowchow at bedtime, and tubs of gumbo in between. It is not unusual for a visitor to the city to gain fifteen pounds in a week--yet the alternative is a whole lot worse. If you don't eat day and night, if you don't constantly funnel the indigenous flavors into your bloodstream, then the mystery beast will go right on humping you, and you will feel its sordid presence rubbing against you long after you have left town. In fact, like any sex offender, it can leave permanent psychological scars. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#crayfish #food #gumbo #jambalaya #new-orleans