Alucards Spells Quotes & Sayings

VLADIMIR: Dance, hog! — Samuel Beckett

Religions are all founded on miracles - on things we cannot understand, such as the Trinity. Jesus calls himself the Son of God, and yet is descended from David. I prefer the religion of Mahomet - it is less ridiculous than ours. — Napoleon Bonaparte

Beautiful updos with natural hair are great! — Zendaya

No one can deal with the hearts of men unless he has the sympathy which is given by love. — Henry Ward Beecher

We want to convey that the modern-day GOP looks like the conservative party that stands on principles. But we want to apply them to urban-suburban hip-hop settings. We need to uptick our image with everyone, including one-armed midgets. — Michael Steele

In 1972 Charlie Chaplin was allowed back to America to receive an honorary Oscar, 'for the incalculable he had on making motion pictures the art form of this century'. That's what the Academy was always for - to blur the equation enough so that profit and fame could be called art. — Edward Jay Epstein

It is in this sense that Franklin says, war is robbery, commerce is generally cheating. — Karl Marx

It was not facing what life dealt that made you crazy, but rather trying to set life straight where it was unstraightenable. — Anne Lamott

Where you go, he'll go," Stebbs said.
"I know it."
"Tough caring about people, isn't it?"
... "Wouldn't trade it," she said. — Mindy McGinnis

But why? Why do you care about our class's history?"
"I just do. Besides, I need something to put on my art-school applications besides 'Locks self in room and draws all day.' Even art schools won't take a psychopath. — Natalie Standiford

The past plummeting towards me like a vulture-dropped hand to become what-purifies-and-sets-me-free, because now as I look up there is a feeling at the back of my head and after that there is only a tiny but infinite moment of utter clarity while I tumble forwards to prostrate myself before my parents' funeral pyre, a minuscule but endless instant of knowing, before I am stripped of past present memory time shame and love, a fleeting but also timeless explosion in which I bow my head yes I acquiesce yes in the necessity of the blow, and then I am empty and free, because all the Saleems go pouring out of me, from the baby who appeared in jumbo-sized front-page baby-snaps to the eighteen-year-old with his filthy dirty love, pouring out goes shame and guilt and wanting-to-please and needing-to-be-loved and determined-to-find-a-historical-role and growing-too-fast, I am free — Salman Rushdie