Denver Quotes

Quotes tagged as "denver" (showing 1-13 of 13)
Edward M. Wolfe
“Is the music broke, Mommy?”
Edward M. Wolfe, Hell on Ice

Jack Kerouac
“It was like the imminent arrival of Gargantuan preparations had to be made to widen the gutters of Denver and foreshorten certain laws to fit his suffering bulk and bursting ecstasies.”
Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Stephen Moles
“Anubis is associated with the mummification and protection of the dead for their journeys through Denver International Airport to the afterlife. He is usually portrayed as being half human and half jackal, and holding a metal detector in his hand ... Anubis is employed by the Department of Homeland Security to examine the hearts of all travellers to make sure they have not exceeded the weight limit for psychological baggage ... He is also shown frisking mummies and confiscating firearms and other contraband. It doesn't take much to tip the scales in favour of a dead body cavity search or an afterlifetime travel ban.”
Stephen Moles, The Most Wretched Thing Imaginable or, Beneath the Burnt Umbrella

“Earth processes that seem trivially slow in human time can accomplish stunning work in geologic time. Let the Colorado River erode its bed by 1/100th of an inch each year (about the thickness of one of your fingernails.) Multiply it by six million years, and you’ve carved the Grand Canyon. Take the creeping pace of which the continents move (about two inches per year on average, or roughly as fast as your fingernails grow). Stretch that over thirty million years, and a continent will travel nearly 1,000 miles. Stretch that over a few billions years, and continents will have time to wander from the tropics to the poles and back, crunching together to assemble super-continents, break apart into new configurations- and do all of that again several times over. Deep time, it could be said, is Nature’s way of giving the Earth room for its history. The recognition of deep time might be geology’s paramount contribution to human knowledge.”
Keith Meldahl, Rough-Hewn Land: A Geologic Journey from California to the Rocky Mountains

Viviana Giorgi
“I tacchi di Bella risuonavano impertinenti sul corridoio di finto marmo. Dodici centimetri. Semplicemente un altro strumento per non sentirsi persa, e non solo fisicamente, in un mondo di gargantua. Temibili, paurosi gargantua.
Per Bella riuscire a fissare il prossimo negli occhi – quasi negli occhi in caso di superamento della barriera dei 180 centimetri – era una necessità e spesso ci riusciva solo grazie alle Jimmy Choo o alle Manolo, un fringe benefit che la sua posizione di responsabile della moda del Denver Tribune le assicurava. Gli stilisti, compresi Choo e Manolo, la omaggiavano delle loro ultime creazioni? Lei certo non le rifiutava.
Come ogni mattina alle nove si infilò nell’ascensore più per darsi una controllatina allo specchio che per risparmiarsi la rampa di scale che la separava dall’ultimo piano, quello della direzione.
Sì, era tutto a posto, camicetta di seta bianca e gonna nera, più le Jimmy Choo di vernice rossa da togliere il fiato. Capelli castani appena ondulati sciolti sulle spalle, perle alle orecchie e al collo, un po’ di mascara sulle ciglia a evidenziare i suoi occhi verdi, e labbra più rosse del diavolo, in perfetta nuance con le Jimmy Choo. Il solito travestimento, insomma, che l’avrebbe messa al sicuro da ogni tentativo dei suoi colleghi di irrompere nella sua vita.
Branco di animali.
E che la chiamassero pure Miss Algida o Ghiacciolo alla moda o, ancora, 32, sottintendendo Fahrenheit (ovvero il punto di congelamento dell’acqua), o Italian Job – lavoretto italiano – sottintendendo qualcosa di più volgare, la cosa non la toccava per nulla. Forse solo un pochino, ma se ne infischiava.
L’ascensore si fermò e le porte si aprirono portando sino a lei il vocio dei suoi colleghi, probabilmente intenti a bere caffè e a rimpinzarsi di ciambelle. Dio! Sembrava che non vivessero che per i carboidrati, quando lei…”
Viviana Giorgi, E infine la Bestia incontrò Bella

Daven Anderson
“We even commissioned a smaller pair of these statues for the baggage claim area in the regular lobby.

Gives all those Normal conspiracy nuts something to talk about besides the Blue Mustang. They think our statues are the work of Masons or reptilian beings. Ha.”
Daven Anderson, Vampire Syndrome

Keylend Wright
“You cant win if you don't play! Get in the game!”
Keylend Wright

Keylend Wright
“Desmond Coolwater is a well dressed, young prestigious ivy league gentleman and dabbling misogynist with a key to the metropolitan Denver nightlife as well as a job with a local, yet well known magazine as an entertainment / advertising executive.

He knows how to make money marketing and beguiling women, but he is about take losses on a level that he’s not accustomed to and in order to overcome losing his job, nearly losing his father and the possibility for love with the right woman he will have to reinvent cool.”
Keylend Wright

Dannika Dark
“Why is it women can never let a man have any fun, they just want to fuss about something.” “They’re practical” Austin said, shaking off some of the water droplets from his hair. “We live in the moment and they think about what’s coming. If they didn’t keep us in check, we’d fuck up the planet”.”
Dannika Dark, Seven Years

“Its goals thus laid out, the Post editorial page began to seek them. The next day it began campaigns for a new sports stadium, an auditorium “in keeping with necessities and dignities of a modern city,” a traffic improvement survey, and more copious and legible street signs. Poor street signs were a special irritant to newcomer Hoyt, to which Mayor Stapleton reacted, “If they were good enough for the son-of-a-bitch to find his way into town by them, he can find his way out.”
William H. Hornby
tags: denver

“Bonfills and Tammen were in the thick of all of this, castigating the corporate owners of the tramway and water company, blessing and damning the politicians, often in the same breath, getting shot and seriously wounded by a mad reader, and in and out of court on various libel matters. With a blow from behind, the pepper-pot Bonfills assaulted Senator Thomas M. Patterson, the owner of the Rocky Mountain News, and paid a fifty-dollar fine for his ever-excessive temper. But mad or calm, the paper
made money hand over fist and lapped all of its rivals in circulation.”
William H. Hornby

“For, Campbell believed, "'A newspaper cannot be run like any other business. Unless it keeps its driving spirit, its soul, its unceasing quest for new, it can quite rapidly fade and disappear.”
William H. Hornby

“I don't care what the newspapers say about me, as long as they say something.”
Margaret "Molly" Brown