Yes, linseed oil. I used to use poppy oil, but I have heard that poppy oil is given to cracking pigment too,… — Edward Hopper Copy Share Image
“Opium: that terrible truth serum. Dark secrets guarded for a lifetime can be divulged with carefree folly after a sip of the… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
I'm not a big disco guy. Some of that English techno-poppy stuff wouldn't get me in the mood either. — Jon Bon Jovi Copy Share Image
It is in the brain that the poppy is red, that the apple is odorous, that the skylark sings. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“I am poppies in the field Red and cold I am sleeping alone and I am light I am light I am… — Bella Betina Copy Share Image
Who's Got Game? The Ant or the Grasshopper? The Lion or the Mouse? Poppy or the Snake? — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Found a shaman in a diaper with a poppy pot. When I asked if he was cold, he said just think hot. — Jimmy Buffett Copy Share Image
Kissing Mother Superior, incompetent, hairball, poppy seeds, on the can. — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
Marianne's mouth was open in surprise, but Poppy looked murderous. She clutched her reticule as though it contained a weapon. Realizing that… — Jessica Day George Copy Share Image
Poorly secured nuclear material in the former Soviet Union, or secrets from a scientist in Pakistan could help build a bomb that… — Barack Obama Copy Share Image
“In general I strive for greatness and rational achievement, but I admit to you I’ve a terrible fondness for women, a tendency… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
These too are of a burning color--not orange, not gold, but if pure gold were liquid and could raise a cream, that… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
Whoever it was, whether I knew them or not, if I could help in some way, I would. I mean, if you… — Sophie Kinsella Copy Share Image
I was sick of fast, aggressive music; I felt like I needed to make a poppy thing. But, right now, I feel… — Ty Segall Copy Share Image
We are slumberous poppies, Lords of Lethe downs, Some awake and some asleep, Sleeping in our crowns. What perchance our dreams may… — Leigh Hunt Copy Share Image
If you're ever shipwrecked on a tropical island and you don't know how to speak the natives' language, just say "Poppy-oomy." I… — Jack Handey Copy Share Image
I was told by journalists who can't publish it that there are in Mexico, close to the U.S. border, big areas that… — Noam Chomsky Copy Share Image
Here silence stands Like heat. Here leaves unnoticed thicken, Hidden weeds flower, neglected waters quicken, Luminously-peopled air ascends; And past the poppies… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
And Poppy, remember that someday you will meet a frog who will turn into a handsome prince." "Good," Beatrix said. "Because all… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
When the clouds shake their hyssops, and the rain Like holy water falls upon the plain, 'Tis sweet to gaze upon the… — Francis Ledwidge Copy Share Image
George Bush is by American standards rabidly Upper Class - Eastern, Socially Attractive, WASP, 19th-century money, several generations of Andover and Yale… — Peter York Copy Share Image
I like the British public. There is something in this country called tall poppy syndrome. You're good but you're not that good,… — Steve Coogan Copy Share Image
Stu walked Bennie over to Chris in the chair and parted his hair to reveal some tan little creatures the size of… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
Alas for America as I must so often say, the ungirt, the diffuse, the profuse, procumbent, one wide ground juniper, out of… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
his thumbs ran over my cheeks. Our foreheads touched. My dreamscape scorched. He set fire to the poppies — Samantha Shannon Copy Share Image
Not poppy, nor mandrake, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep, Which thou… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
We cherish too, the Poppy red That grows on fields where valor led, It seems to signal to the skies That blood… — Moina Michael Copy Share Image
But the iniquity of oblivion blindly scattereth her poppy, and deals with the memory of men without distinction to merit of perpetuity. — Thomas Browne Copy Share Image
I survived, carried on, glad to be like a weed, a wild red poppy, rooted in life. — Marilyn Buck Copy Share Image
I never met a man who was shaken by a field of identical blades of grass. An acre of poppies and a… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Will there be poppy juice in it?" Phresine shook her head. "Good. My wife and I agreed that only my wine was… — Megan Whalen Turner Copy Share Image
What Tarquin the Proud said in his garden with the poppy blooms was understood by the son but not by the messenger. — Johann Georg Hamann Copy Share Image
There's no new direction. It's not more poppy or more rocky. They're just rock'n'roll tunes. I'll never change the music I write. — Noel Gallagher Copy Share Image
“Across the river, fields of poppies stretched along the bank, the delicate scarlet heads dancing in the breeze, carefree and flourishing.” — Bella Forrest Copy Share Image
And would it not be proud romance Falling in some obscure advance, To rise, a poppy field of France? — William Alexander Percy Copy Share Image
Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul. — John Keats Copy Share Image
By the time writing was invented, the Greeks and Egyptians had already learned to extract opium from poppies to facilitate sleep. — Kat Duff Copy Share Image
I like best to have one book in my hand, and a stack of others on the floor beside me, so as… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms,… — John Donne Copy Share Image
