I'm just beginning to develop callouses on my fingers, because I haven't played a lot. — Ike Turner Copy Share Image
Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their fingers. — Eminem Copy Share Image
“Tip toe your fingers across the globe of my skin and find a new home.” — Tyler Knott Copy Share Image
“if God cuts off your fingers, He will teach you how to eat with your toes.” — Imbolo Mbue Copy Share Image
The one and original lovable monster is lost amid all the hydraulic manipulations in what now emerges as the story of a… — Judith Crist Copy Share Image
He spreads his fingers over my heart, like he’s holding it, like it belongs to him, the hard-fought-for territory he’s won fair… — Rick Yancey Copy Share Image
It was like reaching for someone's hand, then missing their fingers, or even their arm, and hitting their shoulder instead. But no… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
It's not that comedy has changed in terms of what's funny. For me, it's changed in that sometimes I don't feel my… — Bobby Lee Copy Share Image
Then Park reached up and wrapped one of her red curls around his honey finger. "Back to missing you," he said, letting… — Rainbow Rowell Copy Share Image
I finally had my prostate checked. And I was super-thankful that I taught my asshole to whistle before the doctor stuck his… — Ryan Reynolds Copy Share Image
That’s what religion does. It points a finger. It causes wars. It breaks apart countries. It’s a petri dish for stereotypes to… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I am so happy that I didn't go to school and I didn't have anyone to tell me how to position my… — Yanni Copy Share Image
How big are souls anyway?" asked Coraline. The other mother sat down at the kitchen table and leaned against the back wall,… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
That's a lovely piece," Kat said, pointing at a Louise XV armoire near the fireplace. The man raised his eyebrows. "Did you… — Ally Carter Copy Share Image
Death arrives among all that sound like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
If ever we are going to be made into wine, we will have to be crushed; you cannot drink grapes. Grapes become… — Oswald Chambers Copy Share Image
These people have history and I crave history. I crave someone knowing me so well that they can tell what I'm thinking.… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
To me, letters have always been a robust medium of sublimation. I don't remember what I was like before I learned my… — Roy Blount, Jr Copy Share Image
You would think after all the hours I’d spent with Gale– watching him talk and laugh and frown– that I would know… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I am perfectly convinced that whatever the gospels are they are not legends. I have read a great deal of legend and… — C. S. Lewis Copy Share Image
...there was a blond misty boy sitting beside me, and he looked at me, and I at him, and we were not… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
I know this year hasn't gone as we'd all like it. But please, please, everyone do not forget about that 2013 season… — Jonny Gomes Copy Share Image
Books are surviving in this intense, fragmented, hyper-accelerated present, and my sense and hope is that things will slow down again and… — Junot Diaz Copy Share Image
I wanted to feel like I could extend someone else's joy and not crush it, and that is the giant paradox nowadays… — Amanda Palmer Copy Share Image
To me, music and songwriting is... part of the intriguing thing is the creative process; you know, the creative thought process. Relying… — Page Hamilton Copy Share Image
….he grabs my wrists and pins my arms up above my head, locking them in one hand. "Are you mine?" he asks… — Katy Evans Copy Share Image
Then her eyes narrowed. The sun was spilling in the window behind her and Dageus's eyes were golden, dappled with darker flecks.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. ~from the poem "Digging — Seamus Heaney Copy Share Image
I've got the world on a string, sittin' on a rainbow, got the string around my finger. — Ted Koehler Copy Share Image
The finger of suspicion never forgets the way it has once pointed. — Anna Katharine Green Copy Share Image
Your addiction isn't a weakness it's your strength asking you for both hands. — Denise Clark Copy Share Image
My fingers are not as fast as my brain - which isn't that much to type home about anyway. — Frank Lane Copy Share Image
It sounded like a piece of blackboard being dragged over the nails of a wall of severed fingers. — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“The way her fingers flutter through the space around her. Each a thing he hopes never to forget.” — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image