Ryan Adams
Ryan Adams

She's got the brown eyes, yeah, and they're pretty as hell,
And they'll burn through your shirt if you're holding her still.
She's got a lighter, and a lit cigarette,
And if you're making her smile, that's just as high as you can get.

Ryan Adams
Ryan Adams

These things inside me, they repeat like broken recordsSpinning pretty things behind my eyesAnd when I can't look at youI can paint your picture perfectly in my mindAnd when I get oldI'm gonna miss you all the time.

Ryan Adams
Ryan Adams

It’s like—I don’t know, sometimes it’s like chasing a pretty girl on the beach. And things I never thought I could do…I can do.

Joseph Addison
Joseph Addison

Arguments out of a pretty mouth are unanswerable.

Al Capone
Al Capone

All I ever did was sell beer and whiskey to our best people. All I ever did was supply a demand that was pretty popular. Why, the very guys that make my trade good are the ones that yell the loudest about me. Some of the leading judges use the stuff.

Brian Aldiss
Brian Aldiss

You see life as a contrast between misery and pleasure, Jon; that is not a correct interpretation.”
It’s a pretty good rule of thumb, I should have thought.”
Thought and non-thought is the only valid line of comparison.”
Bit of a bird’s-eye view, isn’t it? That puts us on the same level as the proles.

Sherman Alexie
Sherman Alexie

If you let people into your life a little bit, they can be pretty damn amazing.

Sherman Alexie
Sherman Alexie

When it comes to death, we know that laughter and tears are pretty much the same thing.

Swetlana Alexandrowna Alexijewitsch
Swetlana Alexandrowna Alexijewitsch

I used to think I could understand everything and express everything. Or almost everything. I remember when I was writing my book about the war in Afghanistan, Zinky Boys, I went to Afghanistan and they showed me some of the foreign weapons that had been captured from the Afghan fighters. I was amazed at how perfect their forms were, how perfectly a human thought had been expressed. There was an

officer standing next to me and he said, "If someone were to step on this Italian mine that you say is so pretty it looks like a Christmas decoration, there would be nothing left of them but a bucket of meat. You'd have to scrape them off the ground with a spoon." When I sat down to write this, it was the first time I thought, "Is this something I should say?" I had been raised on great Russian

literature, I thought you could go very very far, and so I wrote about that meat. But the Zone—it's a separate world, a world within the rest of the world—and it's more powerful than anything literature has to say.

Nelson Algren
Nelson Algren

[About whether critics have influenced his work:] None could have, because I don't read them. I doubt anyone does, except other critics. It seems like a sealed-off field with its own lieutenants, pretty much preoccupied with its own intrigues. I got a glimpse into the uses of a certain kind of criticism this past summer at a writers' conference – into how the avocation of assessing the failures

of better men can be turned into a comfortable livelihood, providing you back it up with a Ph. D. I saw how it was possible to gain a chair of literature on no qualification other than persistence in nipping the heels of Hemingway, Faulkner, and Steinbeck. I know, of course, that there are true critics, one or two. For the rest all I can say is, Deal around me.”