I don't watch things like Jeepers Creepers or Final…

“had been happily minding my own business when David had to come over and ruin it. Okay, maybe that sounds a bit harsh. But…

— Mark Mulle

In water and on land, in trees, shrubs, and creepers-everywhere in the whole universe abides my Beloved. Further, all the various forms and modes…

— Anandamayi Ma

And so I began to read,' Sorkar said. 'And at first the complete works were like a jungle, the language was quicksand. Metaphors turned…

— Vikram Chandra

Now the swinging bridge Is quieted with creepers ... Like our tendrilled life.

— Matsuo Basho

“I like to go to Starbucks and watch the intellectuals. I observe them and their intellectualness. They in turn observe me drinking coffee and…

— Ryan Lilly

I don't have any illusion that The Creeper is as popular or will ever be as popular as any of the classic movie monsters,…

— Victor Salva

Don't you guys, like when you're driving at night and you're like, and you can kind of see through the window and you think,…

— Rachel McAdams

An ambition is a little creeper that creeps and creeps in your heart night and day, singing a little song, "Come and find me,…

— Carl Sandburg

Not only is the day waning, but the year. The low sun is fiery and yet cold behind the monastery ruin, and the Virginia…

— Charles Dickens

Being married to those sleepy-souled women is just like playing at cards for nothing: no passion is excited and the time is filled up.…

— Samuel Johnson

I always thought if you really want to be a good actor, you've got to be able to fart in public. That, to me,…

— Timothy Carey

And I will now rock the brown basin from side to side so that my ships may ride the waves. Some will founder. Some…

— Virginia Woolf

“The branches dropped shaggy creepers that, when they reached the earth, hardened into roots and pried apart paving.”

— China Miéville

“Yup, we'll start driving these ill-tempered, longhorn cattle through wild and desolate country. There's coyotes and rattle snakes. There's the blistering sun, blinding dust…

— Connie Kingrey Anderson

In short, Beauty is everywhere. It is not that she is lacking to our eye, but our eyes which fail to perceive her. Beauty…

— Auguste Rodin