Quote by Creed Bratton
I love Westerns and I remember as a kid climbing up on the couch a

I love Westerns and I remember as a kid climbing up on the couch and make it into a saddle and shoot guns and fall off. I would lay there after my death and my mom would tell me to eat lunch and Id say, Im still dead, Mom! I was Method, even then. – Creed Bratton

Other quotes by Creed Bratton

I do love to walk around in New York because people will notice me, smile, but they never bother anyone. New Yorkers are very cool. I love New York. – Creed Bratton

Category:
cool
Read Quote
Other Quotes from
mom
category

Last time I spoke to my mom she called me from a pay phone, and we didnt have the best talk. Ever since my stepdad passed away three years ago, she has been very depressed and hasnt been herself at all. – Eric West

Category:
mom

The military infrastructure grew me. My faith in God is important, my belief in my country is important, my relationship to my family is important, the things that Mom and Dad tell you growing up are important. – Tommy Franks

Category:
mom

Sometimes, if you dont have kids yourself, its assumed you wont understand or know how to play a mom, which is kind of silly if you think about it. – Tricia Helfer

Category:
mom

My mom was a teacher – I have the greatest respect for the profession – we need great teachers – not poor or mediocre ones. – Condoleezza Rice

Category:
mom

Random Quotes

It is above all by the imagination that we achieve perception and compassion and hope. – Ursula K. Le Guin

Category:
Hope

So, we just kind of created our own thing and thats part of the beauty of Athens: is that its so off the map and theres no way you could ever be the East Village or an L.A. scene or a San Francisco scene, that it just became its own thing. – Michael Stipe

Category:
Beauty

If people are good only because they fear punishment, and hope for reward, then we are a sorry lot indeed. – Albert Einstein

Category:
Fear

I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone. – Rainer Maria Rilke

Category:
alone