Yvonne Prinz Quotes

Mom, camping is not a date; it's an endurance test. If you can survive camping with someone, you should marry them on the way home.

In the end we're all miserable. It's a human condition.

The cool thing about being best friends is that you can make big plans even if there's only a slim chance in hell that they'll ever happen.

There's that thing that can happen to you when you meet somebody and you don't consider them extraordinary at all and then they do something like play the cello or write amazing poetry or sing and suddenly you look at them completely differently.

There's no need for us to talk. That's how it's like with us. We talk without speaking.

Music is love.

Should I have taken him by the hand and led him over to the Zappa? No. I won't spoon-feed the customers. If you don't know your alphabet, you have no business leaving your house, let alone shopping for premium music.

My kiss with Forest made every other kiss completely forgettable.

Music has gone the way of food. People want it fast and cheap and they don’t care what it tastes like or where it comes from.

I brush some of his hair out of his eyes and look at him with so much love that I must look like I’m going to burst.

It's hard to go from thinking that a person is somebody you really want to know to finding out that not only do you not want to know them at all, but they're capable of violence.

Oh here's a nice one, he brown recluse spider. This once resides in wooded areas. In other words, next to my head while I'm sleeping. ' In a small number of cases, a bite from a brown recluse can produce organ damage with occasional fatalities.' " "That's the worst-case scenario. how can it be? It's called a 'recluse'" "It's been my experience that all recluses have a mean streak.

It's just so sad what we're willing to do for the Joey Spinellis of the world, you know? The mutilating, the tweezing, the enhancing, the plumping, the pinching, the waxing, the starving, the sweating, the bleaching. And for what? So you can wake up next to THAT in thirty years? What are we thinking??

I'm discovering that once somebody physically moves out of your life, it's impossible for things not to change no matter how hard you try to keep them the same. The place you keep in your heart for that person is always there but it gets smaller and smaller, and I just moved my dad from a spacious loft to a cramped studio. The fact is, he has to make room in his heart for a new baby, and I suspect the place in his heart for me will get smaller too. How could it not?

One of the things you learn when you live on a farm is that change comes at you whether you´re ready for it or not. Every season is punctuated with its own smells and tastes and you find yourself looking forward, waiting for the next thing to come along so you can take a bite of it.

The unblinking receptionist has been nipped and tucked into an android and it looks like it might hurt for her to smile, so she doesn’t. Most of the patients waiting are women. They sit in the leather chairs looking like the victims of mortar attack. One part or another of their faces is wrapped in white gauze and some of them resemble mummies who’ve come partially unfurled.

You see, in the end we're all miserable. It's the human condition.