I am best described as just a guy with a very large bump…

My advice to the unborn is, don't be born with a gambling instinct unless you have a good sense of probabilities.

— Jack Dreyfus

We have a swarm of people in the stock market - not out of knowledge, not out of expectation, but out of basically a…

— John Kenneth Galbraith

I have no doubt that there will continue to be bumps, some serious crises indeed in our relationship with China… Neither membership in the…

— Daniel Patrick Moynihan

Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as…

— Anonymous

...but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing.

— Jack Kerouac

I've always been more afraid of being left alone or left out than of things that go bump in the night.

— Nelson Gidding

Women's golf definitely hit a bump in the road. We lost some tournaments due to a combination of things led by the downturn in…

— Hollis Stacy

I've taken my bumps and bruises, but you've got to be willing to get knocked down and pick yourself up. You can't get discouraged.…

— Jermaine O'Neal

We've never managed, either one of us, to get all the way into life. We're hanging on to the outside for all we're worth,…

— Paul Bowles

A rollicking good read-THE HUNTER is steampunk with a Wild West feel. Theresa Meyers is an entertaining and witty writer with a fresh, new…

— Yasmine Galenorn

I got into acting in high school mainly because I wasn't doing anything else and started to hit a few bumps in the road.…

— Matt Letscher

Mr. Bumpy from Bump in the Night was this funky little guy who lived under the bed and thought eating dust bunnies was a…

— Jim Cummings

The bumps are what you climb on.

— Warren W. Wiersbe

No matter what. Wherever your mind wanders, it seems to turn up at the same Field of Dreams. It's the vision you wake up…

— James C. Collins

His fingertips slid down from my face, lightly stroking the line of my neck, down toward my shoulder. Everywhere he touched, a trail of…

— Richelle Mead