In the home of the brave, Jefferson turning over in his grave. - Bob Dylan

Same topic Authors

Quote of the day

I adore summer entertaining. For a dinner party at the farm, I might prepare homemade fettuccine with porcini mushrooms, soft-shell crabs, spinach from the garden, and lemon tarts with fraises des bois for dessert.

Bob Dylan

In the home of the brave, Jefferson turning over in his grave.

Brave, Home, Jefferson, Politics, Turning

Same Author Quotes

You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.

Blow, Blows, Hippie, Way, Wind

All the money you made will never buy back your soul.

Back, Made, Money, Soul, Your Soul

He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich.

Attica, Nietzsche, Reading, Reich, Ten, Years

The dirt of gossip blows into my face and the dust rumors cover me. But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick, it can pierce through dust no matter how thick.

Art, Blow, Gossip, Media, Rumors, Thick

You have to work out where your place is. And who you are. But we're all spirit. That's all we are, we're just walking dressed up in a suit of skin, and we're going to leave that behind.

Leave, Skins, Spirit, Suits, Work, Work Out

Similar Quotes

H. L. Mencken

Nothing can come out of an artist that is not in the man.

Artist, Come, Man, Men, Writing

Robert Green Ingersoll

If God created the universe, there was a time when he commenced to create. Back of that commencement there must have been an eternity. In that eternity what was this God doing? He certainly did not think. There was nothing to think about. He did not remember. Nothing had ever happened. What did he do? Can you imagine anything more absurd than an infinite intelligence in infinite nothing wasting an eternity?

Eternity, God, Imagine, Infinite Intelligence, Remember, Thinking

Greg Ginn

We've gotten involved in cat rescue we take them in and find homes for them. I've always loved cats. I saw how homeless cats were living out there. We take them in, put out flyers.

Cat, Home, Involved, Saws, Take

John Hurt

My mother's father drank and her mother was an unhappy, neurotic woman, and I think she has lived all her life afraid of anyone who drinks for fear something like that might happen to her.

Afraid, Father, Life, Lived, Mother, Thinking

Martha Stewart

Bois, Garden, Mushrooms, Party, Summer