A Quote by Nancy A. Collins

I cannot sing Vampirella artist Patrick Berkenkotter's praises loudly or often enough. — © Nancy A. Collins
I cannot sing Vampirella artist Patrick Berkenkotter's praises loudly or often enough.
I will sing their praises, I'll sing Donald's [Trump] praises and Marco's [Rubio] praises and everybody else's praises. But I'm going to keep the focus on substance and records. And there's a reason why they scream "Liar." Because when you point to their own records, their own voting records, their own words, they don't like their records because their records are inconsistent with what they're running on.
I can't sing the praises of the crock pot enough.
The Russian Bolsheviks have discovered that truth does not matter so long as there is reiteration. They have no difficulty whatever in countering a fact by a lie which, if repeated often enough and loudly enough, becomes accepted by the people.
I love to sing 'Stay' every night... because people sing along. And they do sing along - loudly!
In Europe, a product must be good, or it will not sell in competition with other products; with you, it is enough to say that it is good, often enough and sufficiently loudly. The keenest competition is not in the making of things but in the advertising of them!
By five or six, when the heels start to hurt, I kick off my shoes and walk bare feet. But that's not a big deal. Nobody else is at the office at that time, and as for singing loudly, I don't sing loudly. I might hum a tune at times when I am thinking about something, but that's all fine.
Sing to me," she said. "That would be valiant, to raise your voice in this dark, lonely place, and it will be useful as well. Sing to me, sing loudly-drown out my dreams, keep me from remembering whatever wants me to remember it. Sing to me, my lord prince, if it please you. It may not seem a hero's task, but I would be glad of it.
If people like you, they will like your magic. If you are an artist at what you do, they will sing your praises and applaud your artistry.
The fire has its flame and praises God. The wind blows the flame and praises God. In the voice we hear the word which praises God. And the word, when heard, praises God. So all of creation is a song of praise to God.
And often he who has chosen the fate of the artist because he felt himself to be different soon realizes that he can maintain neither his art nor his difference unless he admits that he is like the others. The artist forges himself to the others, midway between the beauty he cannot do without and the community he cannot tear himself away from.
It is not possible to eat me without insisting that I sing praises of my devourer?
The Candor sing the praises of the truth, but they never tell you how much it costs.
An artist chooses his subjects: that is the way he praises.
Live well. Sing out, sing loud, and sing often. And God bless the child that's got a song.
A man cannot be wise enough to be a great artist without being wise enough to wish to be a philosopher.
When you sing live, you cannot expect any artist, except for the amazing Beyonce or GaGa, to get it right every time.
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