Wayne Campbell famous quotes

Led Zeppelin didn't write tunes that everybody liked, they left that to the Bee Gees.
-- Wayne Campbell

#Writing #Zeppelins #Bees

Am I supposed to be a man? Am I supposed to say, 'It's okay, I don't mind, I don't mind'? Well, I mind! I mind big time! And you know what the worst part is? I never learned to read!
-- Wayne Campbell

#Men #Mind #Bigs

I will not bow to any sponsor.
-- Wayne Campbell

#Bows #Sponsors

If you label me, you negate me?
-- Wayne Campbell

#Labels

Garth, marriage is punishment for shoplifting in some countries!
-- Wayne Campbell

#Country #Punishment #Shoplifting

I've had plenty of jo-jobs. Nothing I'd call a career. Let me put it this way. I have an extensive collection of name tags and hair nets.
-- Wayne Campbell

#Jobs #Hair #Names

And you know what the worst part is? I never learned to read!
-- Wayne Campbell

#Worst

I thought I had mono for a year...Turns out I was just really bored.
-- Wayne Campbell

#Years #Bored #Mono

My spelling is Wobbly. It's good spelling but it Wobbles, and the letters get in the wrong places.

I had casually rented an apartment that cost $75 a month because I expected my writing to pay my way.

It came about as follows: over the years when I was involved in dianetics, I wrote the beginnings of many stories. I would get an idea, and then write the beginning, and then never touch it again.

Johannes Cabal would kill me for saying this, but he's my favorite Zeppelin-hopping detective. The fellow has got all the charm of Bond and the smarts of Holmes--without the pesky morality.

Led Zeppelin was pretty much what made me pick up drum sticks.

I plead total ignorance to Led Zeppelin. I am totally in the dark about them.

Popular music has always been rooted in the blues, whether it's Adele or Led Zeppelin or Sam Cooke. It's just the beat that changes.

Every day, I hear a song and I think, This would be great to cover on Glee. I like Led Zeppelin, of course, and Pink Floyd, Alice in Chains.

At these times, the things that troubled her seemed far away and unimportant: all that mattered was the hum of the bees and the chirp of birdsong, the way the sun gleamed on the edge of a blue wildflower, the distant bleat and clink of grazing goats.

She was sad about what happened to Kostos. And someplace under that, she was sad that people like Bee and Kostos, who had lost everything, were still open to love, and she, who'd lost nothing, was not.