David Cassidy Quotes

A critical faculty is a terrible thing. When I was eleven there were no bad films, just films I didn't want to see, there was no bad food, just Brussels sprouts and cabbage, and there were no bad books - everything I read was great. Then suddenly, I woke up in the morning and all that had changed. How could my sister not hear that David Cassidy was not in the same class as Black Sabbath? Why on EARTH would my English teacher think that 'The History of Mr Polly' was better than 'Ten Little Indians' by Agatha Christie? And from that moment on, enjoyment has been a much more elusive quality.

He craved Mildred’s body and he couldn’t do without it, and that was the one and only reason he went on living with her.

What's important is the journey--keep your foot on the gas and your eyes on the road.

He looked up at her, shook his long, David Cassidy hair, and regarded her with those famously soulful brown eyes. He'd evidently just stepped out of the shower, and he smelled amazing - a mix of citrus, cedar, and ex-boyfriend who just worked out.

It was still early, so we took advantage of our time together. We played our favorite songs on her record player and danced and sang along into a hairbrush. When we grew tired of singing, Kat styled my hair in two ponytails, while we looked at teen magazines and swooned over pictures of David Cassidy.

A critical faculty is a terrible thing. When I was eleven there were no bad films, just films that I didn't want to see, there was no bad food, just Brussels sprouts and cabbage, and there were no bad books - everything I read was great. Then suddenly, I woke up in the morning and all that had changed. How could my sister not hear that David Cassidy was not in the same class as Black Sabbath. Why on earth would my English teacher think that The History of Mr Polly was better than Ten Little Indians by Agatha Christie? And from that moment on, enjoyment has been a much more elusive quality.

Given the choice, he shouldn’t have played Fosgate’s Game. Given the choice … he should have taken death.

Heisenberg’s biographer, David Cassidy, posed a large and testing question about Heisenberg’s behaviour before and during the war: How was it possible that Werner Heisenberg, one of the most gifted of modern physicists, a man educated in the finest tradition of Western culture, who was neither a Nazi nor a Nazi supporter, how was it possible that such a man would not only choose to remain in National Socialist Germany for its entire twelve years of existence, but also actively seek a prominent academic position in Berlin at the height of the war, a position that included the scientific directorship of nuclear fission research for the German Army at war?56 It’s a question, obviously, that is asked in hindsight.

estimation. Wolf knew Cassidy Frost, had known her well for the last seven months, because she was dating Wolf’s fifteen-year-old son, Jack. She

A critical faculty is a terrible thing. When I was eleven there were no bad films, just films that I didn’t want to see, there was no bad food, just Brussels sprouts and cabbage, and there were no bad books - everything I read was great. Then suddenly, I woke up in the morning and all that had changed. How could my sister not hear that David Cassidy was not in the same class as Black Sabbath? Why on earth would my English teacher think that The History of Mr Polly was better than Ten Little Indians by Agatha Christie? And from that moment on, enjoyment has been a much more elusive quality.

The combination of David Cassidy and William Burroughs was undeniably weird.

As adult women, those of us who are heterosexual sometimes have a sense of a lost Eden. We are determined to seek out a love as perfect again: a love at once so intimate and so charged, to be once more as teenage girls are when they are in love with each other. This is why teen idols - the David Cassidys and the Bobby Shermans, or later, the Bay City Rollers - always look like girls. They are out disguises; they are cover for these feelings.

For the loss of Chung-Cha. And she was scared. “Hey, guys, come on in,” said Julie warmly. Her guardian, Jerome Cassidy, had recovered from his injuries at the hands of

To Kyf Brewer and Orlagh Cassidy, for your amazing audio performances.