#mitchell

I think everything Joni Mitchell did for music was big. ↗

— Maynard James Keenan

#did #everything #i #i think #joni

You know, I grew up listening to Joni Mitchell. ↗

— Maynard James Keenan

#i #joni #joni mitchell #know #listening

The hand that rested on my shoulder rubbed it a bit, comfortingly. Then it gave my shoulder a little squeeze. I leaned into him. Maybe it was that I was broken. Maybe it was just that I was out of my mind. But it occurred to me that I was going to kiss him. The thought just arrived, certain knowledge, delivered from some greater, more knowledgeable place. I was going to kiss him. Stephen would not want to kiss me. He would back up in horror. And yet, I was still going to do it. I reached over, and put my hand against his chest, then I moved closer. I could feel just the very tips of the gentle stubble on his cheek brushing against my skin. "Rory," he said. But it was a quiet protest, and it went nowhere. For the first few seconds, he didn't move-he accepted the kiss like you might accept a spoonful of medicine. Then I heard it, a sigh, like he had finally set down a heavy weight. I was pretty sure we were both kind of terrified, but I was completely sure that we were both doing this. We kissed slowly, very deliberately, coming together and then pulling apart and looking at each other. Then each kiss got longer, and then it didn't stop. Stephen put his hand just under the edge of my shirt, holding it on the spot where the scar was. Sometimes the skin around the scar got cold-now it was warm. Now it was alive. "So Thorpe says that-Seriously?" Callum was in the doorway. Stephen mumbled what I think was a very obscene word right against my mouth. "You realize I now owe Boo five pounds?" Callum said. "Boo! I owe you five pounds! ↗

— Maureen Johnson

#callum-mitchell #rory-deveaux #stephen-dene #medicine

So my father grew up in an orphanage in Boston. He was then adopted by an elderly childless couple from Maine, who gave him the name of Mitchell. He moved to Maine, and there he met my mother and was married. ↗

— George J. Mitchell

#boston #childless #couple #elderly #father

Definitely I grew up listening to Joni Mitchell, and I think she is a wonderful writer, so she is probably part of me. ↗

— Jane Siberry

#grew #i #i think #joni #joni mitchell

I'm a commercial writer, not an author. Margaret Mitchell was an author. She wrote one book. ↗

— Mickey Spillane

#book #commercial #i #margaret #mitchell

I can’t believe I’ve missed this sport. It’s all about fingering holes and caressing balls. ↗

— K.A. Mitchell

#funny #k-a-mitchell #sport #funny

In the dull twilight of the winter afternoon she came to the end of a long road which had begun the night Atlanta fell. She had set her feet upon that road a spoiled, selfish and untried girl, full of youth, warm of emotion, easily bewildered by life. Now, at the end of the road, there was nothing left of that girl. Hunger and hard labor, fear and constant strain, the terrors of war and the terrors of Reconstruction had taken away all warmth and youth and softness. About the core of her being, a shell of hardness had formed and, little by little, layer by layer, the shell had thickened during the endless months. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#gone-with-the-wind-quotes #margaret-mitchell #margaret-mitchell-quote #life

I would make tea for Joni Mitchell or clean her car, anything to be in the studio and watch her work. ↗

— Sheena Easton

#car #clean #her #i #joni

I'd read Up in the Old Hotel, and I wanted to do something with Mitchell's stuff for a long time. ↗

— Stanley Tucci

#i #long #long time #mitchell #old