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Brown Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
- I sometimes used to ask myself, what on earth did I love her for? Maybe fore the warm hazel iris of her fluffy eyes, or…
- There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, with your eyes open (and…
- His reversed body gracefully curved, his brown legs hoisted like a Tarentine sail, his joined ankles tacking, Vangripped with splayed hands the brow of gravity,…
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- My husband is such a healthy eater. Except when it comes to sweets. He never consumes anything except fruit until noon. And… — Sara Blakely
- Someone once threw me a small, brown, hairy kiwi fruit, and I threw a wastebasket over it until it was dead. — Erma Bombeck
- My personal life is the same. At the end of the day, this is just a job. I love what I do,… — Chris Brown
- I named my new son James Joseph Brown II. I think he's going to be a lot better than I was. — James Brown
- Even before he came to power in 1997, Gordon Brown promised to change the accounts to parliament from simple litanies of cash… — James Buchan
- When Gordon the Brown, in London in 1997, commissioned a great inquisition or survey of his new realm, the result was the… — James Buchan
- You can't really dance properly to James Brown. If you dance to James Brown, you look like an idiot. There's a lot… — Sandra Bullock
- I helped purify Nicaragua for the international banking house of Brown Brothers in 1909-1912. I brought light to the Dominican Republic for… — Smedley Butler
- In the middle of the night, when you're ambiguously ethnic, like me, when you're brown, beige, mauve, siena, one of those lighter… — Sherman Alexie
- Tony Blair and Gordon Brown committed to John Major's spending envelopes in 1997. No-one said that Tony Blair and John Major were… — Nick Clegg
- If Jesus Christ came back today, He and I would get into our brown corduroys and go to the nearest jean store… — Ian Anderson
- Spring drew on... and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that hope traversed them at… — Charlotte Bronte