Dry Quote by George Thorogood Download Open image “You know when your mouth a-getting dry You're plenty high.” — George Thorogood ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.6 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Dry Knows Mouths Plenty
The [2012 covers album] 2120 [South Michigan Ave.] was different. We covered a lot of classics there. But most of the time when we… — George Thorogood Copy Share Image
I knew I had the right material and I knew what I was going after. — George Thorogood Copy Share Image
Whatever title you want to lay on me is fine. I am still working; you know what I'm saying? — George Thorogood Copy Share Image
You can't rely on luck. I've had some stages in my career where I've said we're going to wing it, and we've always ended… — George Thorogood Copy Share Image
Radio is paid by advertising. They decide what songs to play that'll keep people listening. And that's what promoters and the Classic Rock people… — George Thorogood Copy Share Image
I hate categories. Hank Williams is a great artist, period. Bob Dylan is a great artist, so is Marty Robbins. They just classify these… — George Thorogood Copy Share Image
I saw the movie Sid & Nancy. It was a pretty good movie. It didn't really make me a punk rock fan. But anything… — George Thorogood Copy Share Image
Did I think it would last 30 years? No, I didn't think it would have those kind of legs. — George Thorogood Copy Share Image
Not to this extent but from day one I had an awful lot of confidence when I got started. — George Thorogood Copy Share Image
Meanwhile someone is shining my head to get it dry to attach my top-hat to my head with toupee tape. I get into microphone and get back up into my dressing room for the rest of my costume. I get snapped into all these things and layers and bundled up. I walk downstairs to the pit. Someone hands me my… — Tituss Burgess Copy Share
If a woman hasn't got a tiny streak of a harlot in her, she's a dry stick as a rule. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
When the fountains of government [borrowing] abundance began to dry up, when through lack of funds and the impossibility of negotiating fresh loans the state was forced to check the extension of bureaucracy and to put a stop to public works, then and then only did the Italians realize what it meant to have allowed themselves to be made one… — John T. Flynn Copy Share
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying when there was… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He will hear the rain before he feels it, a clicking on the dry grass, on the olive leaves. — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“The cactus thrives in the desert while the fern thrives in the wetland. The fool will try to plant them in the same flowerbox. The florist will sigh and add a wall divider and proper soil to both sides. The grandparent will move the flowerbox halfway out of the sun. The child will turn it around properly so that the… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share
I had my first French meal and I never got over it. It was just marvelous. We had oysters and a lovely dry white… — Julia Child Copy Share Image
If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen defrocked, doesn't it follow that electricians can be delighted, musicians denoted, cowboys deranged, models deposed, tree surgeons debarked,… — Steven Wright Copy Share Image
I separated the joints, the arm joints, the leg joints, and had to do two boilings. I think I used four boxes of Soilex for each one, put in the upper portion of the body and boiled that for about two hours and then the lower portion for another two hours. The Soilex removes all the flesh, turns it into… — Jeffrey Dahmer Copy Share
I had rather be a Kitten, and cry mew, Than one of these same Meeter Ballad-mongers: I had rather heare a Brazen Candlestick turn'd,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The trees change their voices in autumn as well as their shapes. No longer do they whisper to one another in muffled tones as they did in summer; they talk in a different leaf-language now. The wind moves through the boughs like fingers drawn across the strings of a harp filling the air with the harsh dry sound of sapless… — Patience Strong Copy Share
Sometimes change came all at once, with a sound like a fire taking hold of dry wood and paper, with a roar that rose… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image