Denver Quotes

I am not a demon. I am a lizard, a shark, a heat-seeking panther. I want to be Bob Denver on acid playing the accordion.

I love you Denver Beck," she whispered.

"I have for a long time." Then she stepped back. "Now it's your turn to decide if you love me.

What does it tell you that applications for guns since the shooting are up 41 percent in Colorado, and that our cameras found about 50 people in line at one gun shop yesterday outside Denver?

That's Denver Beck, isn't it? Paul mentioned him.

What's he like?" Ori asked. "Oh, where do I start? Beck's mouthy and he lives to tell me what to do." In short, he's so not you. "Why do you want to know?" A glimmer appeared in Ori's dark eyes. "Just scoping out the competition.

Beck behaved himself, though it was really difficult, especially during the slow dances when they were so tantalizingly close. He savoured the feel of her against his body, the light scent of her perfume, the in her eyes that told him he was the center of her universe. It was a new and totally overwhelming experience.

Can you dance?" she asked before she could stop herself.

"I can," he said, affronted. "I'm really good with the slow songs.

The Denver Broncos are all child molesters

Here in Denver, we want to thank Jeremy Jacobs for the way he runs his business.

Otherwise, we wouldn't have gotten Ray Bourque and won a Stanley Cup.

As a kid, I thought John Denver was the perfect Prince Charming.

Don't get me wrong. I love a Denver omelette as much as the next girl. But I'm curious whether that’s your thing, or if you try to change up the routine depending on the specific woman. You know… like, green pepper because I have green eyes, ham because I’m so funny, and onions for all the tears you’ll shed after I leave.

I realized what Led Zeppelin was about around the end of our first U.

S. tour. We started off not even on the bill in Denver, and by the time we got to New York we were second to Iron Butterfly, and they didn't want to go on!

I'm a John Denver freak, and I don't give a sh*t that he looks like a f***ing turkey.

LeRoy says there's something you should know, not everybody has a place to go.

And home is just a place to hang your head, and dream of things to do in Denver when you're dead.

I was born in segregated Birmingham, Alabama.

I didn't have a white classmate till we moved to Denver.

Everybody was ready to put Denver and Indianapolis in the championship game.

We're the same team that went 15-1 last year and made it to the championship game. We're coming from a different perspective now, being on the road playing two tough road games. We all believed in one another, even if no one else did.

Every Super Bowl, I do different food each quarter from each of the hometowns of the teams competing. So I’m always hoping for cities with a gastronomic soul—not so much Indianapolis or Denver, right? For halftime we have New York hot dogs from Papaya Dog. And at the end of the game I’ve chosen a dessert based on who I think is going to win.

My biggest regret in life is that I didn't hit John Denver in the mouth while I has the chance.

Denver is a city that will be far more defined by its future than its past.

I've seen every one, from Motley Crue to John Denver, with tears running down my face. I had no idea everyone had such a hard time.

I feel so lucky that my high school was right in the middle of Denver, which is one of those sort of segregated towns, with black and white and Hispanic neighborhoods. But the school I went to was right in the middle of the whole thing.

Thirty or forty years ago, in one those grey towns along the Burlington railroad which are so much greyer to-day than they were then, there was a house well know from Omaha to Denver for its hospitality and for a certain charm of atmosphere.

Don't start,” he warned. “What?” she said, grinning. “I'm sure all the big, bad trappers have a bun-bun in their houses.

I went to the Westminster College for Men in Missouri, which is what it was called back then, and transferred to the University of Denver where I ultimately got my degree.

My early childhood was spent in Newark, New Jersey, but my family moved to Denver when I was 12.

I'm happy with the Arena Football League right now. I'm happy in Denver.

I consider PirateBallerina to be the most credible news source in the Denver area.

They still talk about the night that Augie Pabst, a fresh-faced heir to the brewing fortune, drove a rented Falcon into the swimming pool of the Mark Thomas Inn in Monterey, California. His reviews were so good that he repeated the act at a Howard Johnson's outside Denver.

As a kid I used to pretend I was John Denver, of all people, and play the guitar and sing Take Me Home, Country Roads.

Can we take a direct flight back to reality or do we have to change planes in Denver?

When I'm answering questions from the Denver media, I'm not worried about what the Broncos' people are going to think. I'm worried about what Belichick will think.

Denver is home to me, and to be recognized for my achievements in the sports community here is a great honor.

Some people that work for Hot Pockets came to my Denver Paramount Theater show.

They brought these hot pocket boxes the size of suit cases for me to sign. I wrote "these are WMD's" on the boxes. The HP people seem to have a good sense of humor about all of it.

An American in London...cannot but be impressed and charmed by the city. The momumentality of Washington, the thriving business of New York, the antique intimacy of Boston, plus a certain spacious and open feeling reminiscent of Denver and San Francisco-all these he finds combined for his pleasure.

I've developed a bit of a fascination with John Denver.

I always thought he was kind of tacky and somewhat revolting and had a kind of simplistic weirdness, but on second listen, he actually did have an incredible voice, and the blatant naiveté of his work is straight-edge, in a way.