Brin-Jonathan Butler Quotes

I think that I've tried many times to get Cuba in my writings, especially Havana, which was once a great and fascinating city.

I'd like to go to Cuba.

I've been to Cuba many times.

A road trip in Cuba is probably top of my list.

It didn't get any more glamorous than Havana, Cuba, in the 1950s. I used to go there when I was a waiter on a cruise ship.

I went to Cuba maybe eight or nine times.

One of my favorite places I've visited is Havana, Cuba. On my way home from Costa Rica, I did a week in Havana. The colors, the music, the beautiful men and the cars! I love vintage and antique cars and own a couple myself.

In 1958, I was shooting a movie in Florida, and I decided to go to Havana, Cuba, to see what it was like.

Havana, for all its smells, sweat, crumbling walls, isolation, and difficult history, is the most romantic city in the world.

Cuba is such a beautiful country, and everywhere you go, there's music and people dancing - especially in Havana.

People think that dreams are better than reality but this is not always the case; sometimes, because you dream too much, you are unable to see what you have in front of your very eyes.

Discontent arises from a knowledge of the possible, as contrasted with the actual

I always wanted to go to Cuba growing up. It was this fascinating, forbidden country that seemed to have a lot of politics and folklore and history behind it.

Americans are good at pursuing happiness. And the Americans who pursue happiness most diligently show that we're also good at running it down and killing it.

Havana is a source of great pride to the Cuban people.

I have not been to Cuba, though if you count the stories my grandma told me growing up, I've been there in my head many times. I think someday I will see it, when things are different there, but I've come to feel like I really am a Miami girl.

I went through a period of being disillusioned with touring.

More than anything I want to be able to go back to Cuba, to have a house to visit there, to know my roots. Then, at last, I could sing for my people.

Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too?

I had my dreams of Venice, but nothing that I had dreamed was as impossible as what I found.

He had been full of the idea so long, dreamed it right through to the end, waited with his teeth set, so to speak, at an inconceivable pitch of intensity. Now, in the reaction, he was running down like an overwound clock.

Irony is the attendant of hope and the fuel of hope is innocence.

All of a sudden, I feel very old and very tired. Maybe when I get to California, the smog, brush fires, floods, and earthquakes will cheer me up.

We didnt come all this way for no two seats when all of us is tired.

Truly, the worst trains take one across the best landscapes.