As the end of the century approaches, all our culture is like flies at the beginning of winter. Having lost their agility, dreamy and demented, they turn slowly about the window in the first icy mists of morning,…then they fall down the curtains. – Charles Baudelaire
Dad worked in a warehouse when I was little and I didnt see him for three years as he was doing all the overtime God gave him to buy me new ballet shoes, or a new tutu. – Jennifer Ellison
I was raised in Chicago and I guess that was one of the special breeding grounds for gangsters of all colors. That was the Detroit of the gangster world. The car industry was thugs. – Quincy Jones