Kurtis Blow Quotes

My first jam was at Hotel Diplomat opening for Hollywood. ~ Kurtis Blow

I'm a huge hip hop fan going way back, like, back to '83. I had my Gemini mixer listening to Run-DMC and Kurtis Blow. ~ Adam McKay

There were some low moments out there on the road tonight - abandonment and what's the point? - but then I pulled in a radio station from Albuquerque playing historical rap and breakdance circa 1982. Kurtis Blow and disco synthesizers made me feel like I could drive all night. ~ Chris Kraus

The dude in red's back at the pole,
Up North where everything is cold.
But if he were right here tonight,
He'd say 'Merry Christmas! And to all, a good night!' ~ Kurtis Blow

I was called Kool Dj Kurt Walker ... but they wanted tocall me Kurtis Blow. ~ Kurtis Blow

That's the job of the entertainer, to entertain, not to motivate or inspire people to get violent! ~ Kurtis Blow

When I was 13 I had a fake Id that said that I was 19. I was getting in all the clubs. ~ Kurtis Blow

I was signed when I was 19 years old, in 1980. I went to Germany and France. Seeing the world at that time was just an awesome experience for a teenager. ~ Kurtis Blow

Yeah when I was 7 or 8 my moms would have little parties, and I would play the music. ~ Kurtis Blow

I want to marry his smile, and if his smile is already married to someone else, then I want to marry his eyebrows and eyes. They're remarkable. Nobody's ever made better use of his or her eyes or eyebrows as a rapper than Kurtis Blow. ~ Shea Serrano

Hip Hop is thee dominant youth culture in the world right now. ~ Kurtis Blow

The world knows of Rosa Parks because of a single, simple act of dignity and courage that struck a lethal blow to the foundations of legal bigotry. ~ William J. Clinton

She has slimmed down since the height of impeachment, her thick blow-dried hair as shiny as Russian sable and her creamy cleavage, as historic in its own way as Mount Rushmore, was quite wonderful to behold. ~ Monica Lewinsky

She smirked and braced herself, inviting me forward with a flick of her fingers. "Let's dance."
I snorted . "Who says that?" Then I punched her breast. As she yowled – there was no other word for the noise that came out of her mouth – and folded over slightly in pain, I dealt her a blow to the jaw… and down she went. Unconscious before she even hit the floor. Well that was disappointing.
"Huh. I was kind of hoping for a decent fight."
"Yeah, me too." Jude twirled her knife on her finger as she stared down at Gina. "Would it be terribly bad to carve something creative on her forehead?"
Alora regarded Jude with a smile. "You know, Chico's good for you."
Jude blinked. "Why do you say that?"
"He's taught you to think before you act. A few months ago, you might have already scrawled 'I am a hoebag' into her flesh."
Imani's face lit up. "That would be amazing!"
"But immoral – she's out cold," said Alora, the voice of reason for once.
Imani shrugged. "So? ~ Suzanne Wright

It is a great blow to the ego, Sssergeant, to dissscover that you are, after all, not unique." He looked up, his tongue flickering. "I am, however, mossstly recovered. ~ Tanya Huff

In Blow-up I used my head instinctively! ~ Michelangelo Antonioni

So they won't be able to blow out my wanting you, nor the little glow there is between you and me. We'll be together next year. And though I'm frightened, I believe in your being with me. ~ D.H. Lawrence

I sigh and flop down on my bed. "Okay." He starts pacing the room. "Rewind and tell me what happened from the beginning."
"Okay." I blow out a breath and try to calm down. "So she touched my dick."
"Where?"
"MY DICK! Are you not listening?"
"Settle down, asshole. Where were you when she touched ... "
His face contorts to a grimace. "You know ... your ... "
"My dick? At school."
"HOLY SHIT ! What the hell are they letting happen in schools these days?"
"What?" I yell, frustrated. "No! It's not like she pulled my pants down in the cafeteria while we were all eating lunch and decided to tug me. ~ Jay McLean

Nothing ever dies

it only changes

into something else

like old songs

that blow gently

into new ears

to find new meanings ~ Nalini Priyadarshni

Survival is a two-way street. Once we settle ourselves off-world, we can blow up this planet from outer space. It's the only way to be sure its stench will not follow us. Let ~ Thomas Ligotti

God, Benny, don't blow your nose like that in the church. You'd lift half the congregation out of their seats," Patsy warned. ~ Maeve Binchy

I've found that no matter what life throws at me, music softens the blow. ~ Bryce Anderson

And what am I doing?"
"You?" he eyed me appreciatively. "You'd just stand around and look pretty."
"And?"
"Give me blow jobs."
I punched him in the arm.
"What?" he laughed. "I know you love the cock."
"Shut up. ~ Karina Halle

Dogma is a defence against the brain's capacity for free thought based on the fear that such thought might lead to a scary place. ~ Joe Blow

The human heart is like india-rubber; a little swells it, but a great deal will not burst it. If "little more than nothing will disturb it, little less than all things will suffice" to break it. As in the outer members of our frame, there is a vital power inherent in itself that strengthens it against external violence. Every blow that shakes it will serve to harden it against a future stroke; as constant labour thickens the skin of the hand, and strengthens its muscles instead of wasting them away: so that a day of arduous toil, that might excoriate a lady's palm, would make no sensible impression on that of a hardy ploughman. ~ Emily Bronte

Feeling a little emotional, huh? I petted his hair. That's okay. It was an emotional blow job. ~ Kylie Scott

You're thinking that people don't keep up old jealousies for twenty years or so. Perhaps not. Not just primitive, brute jealousy. That means a word and a blow. But the thing that rankles is hurt vanity. That sticks. Humiliation. And we've all got a sore spot we don't like to have touched. ~ Dorothy L. Sayers

To secure the safety of the navigation of the Mississippi River I would slay millions. On that point I am not only insane, but mad ... I think I see one or two quick blows that will astonish the natives of the South and will convince them that, though to stand behind a big cottonwood and shoot at a passing boat is good sport and safe, it may still reach and kill their friends and families hundreds of miles off. For every bullet shot at a steamboat, I would shoot a thousand 30-pounder Parrots into even helpless towns on Red, Ouachita, Yazoo, or wherever a boat can float or soldier march. ~ William Tecumseh Sherman

(Mutters under his breath) Smartass AI. (Louder) Well, we're not dead yet, so it could be worse. I'll let you know if we blow up. (Under breath) Let's see how far we can push before we really do break something critical. ~ Rolf Nelson

Between the last glimmer of morning stars above, and the size of the leaves beneath me, the mountains provided one last blow to my ego - my sense of belonging to this universe - and made all else seem insignificant by comparison. "It's ~ Hugh Howey

Nelson! Stop that this minute!" She turns rigid in the glider but does not rise to see what is making the boy cry. Eccles, sitting by the screen, can see. The Fosnacht boy stands by the swing, holding two red plastic trucks. Angstrom's son, some inches shorter, is batting with an open hand toward the bigger boy's chest, but does not quite dare to move forward a step and actually strike him...Nelson's face turns up toward the porch and he tries to explain, "Pilly have - Pilly -" But just trying to describe the injustice gives it unbearable force, and as if struck from behind he totters forward and slaps the thief's chest and receives a mild shove that makes him sit on the ground. He rolls on his stomach and spins in the grass, revolved by his own incoherent kicking. Eccles' heart seems to twist with the child's body; he knows so well the propulsive power of a wrong, the way the mind batters against it and each futile blow sucks the air emptier until it seems the whole frame of blood and bone must burst in a universe that can be such a vacuum. ~ John Updike

When someone beats a rug with a stick, he is not beating the rug – his aim is to get rid of the dust. Your inward is full of dust from the veil of 'I'-ness, and that dust will not leave all at once. With every cruelty and every blow, it departs little by little from the heart's face, sometimes in sleep and sometimes in wakefulness. ~ Rumi

You've never heard the wind blow. The wind only speaks of the wind. What you heard was a lie, And the lie is in you. ~ Fernando Pessoa

Adara, cease!"

She froze at the sound of a voice she hadn't expected to hear. For a moment she thought she might be dreaming, until she blinked to look up into the most handsome face she'd ever known. She stared at the same blue eyes that made the tenderest of love to her.

Christian.

Her grip went lax and the candlestick in her hand fell to the floor. He was alive!

She threw herself into his arms and held him close as giddy tears replaced her grief-induced ones. At least until her rage took hold again. "Damn you, you worthless, heartless son of a dog!" she snarled, pulling back to strike at his chest. "How dare you make me think you were dead! Don't you ever do such a thing to me again. "

Christian was stunned by her language and actions. "I didn't know you could hear us through the door."

She struck him again on his armor, a blow that no doubt he felt not at all, but it gave her some degree of satisfaction. "Well, think better next time."

Her untoward anger amused him. Wiping the tears from her face, he kissed her tenderly. ~ Kinley MacGregor

My mother was a stout woman with a man's name - Billie. She was plain-faced with honest eyes - no black grease by the lash line, no blue powder on the lids, eyebrows not plucked up high and thin. ~ Charles M. Blow

A woman who's lived in a cage all her life. And hates it. Bored in there, aren't you. Waiting for life to happen. And when it finally does, it steals from you what you loved most. So take back. Explode. Lash out. Blow up ~ Karen Marie Moning

They're us!They've repopulated the world, and now they've achieved the same state of idiocy they were in before, ready to blow themselves up all over again. Great, isn't it? That's the human race! ~ Rene Barjavel

I don't get involved in politics. I just blow my horn. ~ Louis Armstrong

It was really starting to get pathetic, everyday they would come in looking for one thing or another. 'Zach, can you give me some acting tips?' 'Zach, will you let me blow you?' 'Can I have some cash?' That's when I made the call, that's when I decided seven was enough ~ Zach Braff

I wake sometimes in the dark terrified by my life's precariousness, its thready breath. Beside me, my husband's pulse beats at his throat; in their beds, my children's skin shows every faintest scratch. A breeze would blow them over, and the world is filled with more than breezes: diseases and disasters, monsters and pain in a thousand variations. I do not forget either my father and his kind hanging over us, bright and sharp as swords, aimed at our tearing flesh. If they do not fall on us in spite and malice, then they will fall by accident or whim. My breath fights in my throat. How can I live on beneath such a burden of doom? I rise then and go to my herbs. I create something, I transform something. My witchcraft is as strong as ever, stronger. This too is good fortune. How many have such power and leisure and defense as I do? Telemachus comes from our bed to find me. He sits with me in the greensmelling darkness, holding my hand. Our faces are both lined now, marked with our years. Circe, he says, it will be all right. It is not the saying of an oracle or a prophet. They are words you might speak to a child. I have heard him say them to our daughters, when he rocked them back to sleep from a nightmare, when he dressed their small cuts, soothed whatever stung. His skin is familiar as my own beneath my fingers. I listen to his breath, warm upon the night air, and somehow I am comforted. He does not mean it does not hurt. He does not mean we are not frightened. Only that: we ~ Madeline Miller

You want to hook me, baby? Take me. Anything, everything. Show me you want something from me and aren't waiting to run when my back is turned. I know I don't deserve you, that most people only get one shot at love. If they blow it, that's it. I forced you to give me a second and third shot. I'll keep asking you for chances because we will never be over ~ Mia Knight

Never, oh! never, nothing will die; The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die. ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

There's some quality you get when you're not totally comfortable. When you're not doing what you're used to, you could completely fall on your face. You could completely blow it. ~ Beck

A person can pretend
to be something that there not;
For some long.
Until it come to a time,
You do something
that annoy the shit out them
Thats when they blow up
An the true part of them ,
Start to come out.
Watch out for those fakers ~ Shaneika Marie

Hey, you're taking up the entire sidewalk, bitch!" She scowled and yelled, "I have children!" I yelled back at her, "Well, next time give your husband a blow job and you won't! Why should I have to walk into oncoming traffic because you don't want to give a little head? ~ Joan Rivers

Without fiction, either life would be insufficient or the winds from the north would blow too cold. ~ Elizabeth Bowen

The darkness grew apace; a cold wind began to blow in freshening gusts from the east, and the showering white flakes in the air increased in number. From the edge of the sea came a ripple and whisper. Beyond these lifeless sounds the world was silent. Silent? It would be hard to convey the stillness of it. All the sounds of man, the bleating of sheep, the cries of birds, the hum of insects, the stir that makes the background of our lives - all that was over. ~ H.G.Wells

An argument must have opposition if it is to prove itself, my son," she said. "One who argues truly learns the depth of his commitment through adversity. Did you not learn that trees grow roots most strongly when winds blow through them? ~ Robert Jordan

Baseball is reassuring. It makes me feel as if the world is not going to blow up. ~ Sharon Olds

The first person to blow up my fashion consciousness was a 14-year-old girl named Sandrine. She was the most beautiful human I had ever seen. ~ Mary Gaitskill

A great warrior trusts not his weapons, but himself. When you possess true strength, you can deal a killing blow even if all you have is a blade of grass. "Now ~ Ken Liu