Austin Mcbroom Quotes & Sayings

My phone buzzes in my shirt pocket, and Frank takes a step back to let me answer it. I've got another text from Jem.
What does the breast part look like? I think I've got it upside-down.
"The fuck?" Frank says.
"He's talking about the turkey."
"Oh. Jesus. I mean ... good."
"Jem knows what human breasts look like."
Frank shudders. "I can't deal with this," he mutters and stalks away. — Abria Mattina

How is a person supposed to prepare for what happens tomorrow when there's just no figuring out today? — Jenny Han

Iowans are super talkative, like me. I'm very talkative. I'm very curious about strangers. — Lissie

We ain't got time for a goddamn poetry recital. An' your juices feel like rain on the inferno? What the fuck is that, is that from the letter you wrote to penthouse? — Garth Ennis

Life hangs from so slender a thread. Life is but a sigh ... — Marjane Satrapi

Appearance tyrannizes over truth. — Plato

I'm very good at daydreaming. Ask any of my schoolteachers. — Bruce Dickinson

Learn to overcome the imprinting that you now have and gain a new and higher imprinting that will lead you into the luminous spheres of awareness. — Frederick Lenz

I may not be where I want to be, but if I stop now, I'll NEVER get where I'm going! — Laura Lynch

We can and must use our combined skills at every opportunity available to address climate change. — Jeff Orlowski

Hong Kong has always been a dynamic and exciting and high-energy city, and it has that New York thing going on, and people here care about how they look. — Mickey Drexler

Why does a man destroy himself or what destroys him? I would have to judge that suicide is mostly the tool of the thinking man. The right to suicide should be the same as the right to love. — Charles Bukowski

Countless times, I remember watching him toss ideas - pretty far-out ideas - into the air, just to see how they played. And if they didn't play well, he would move on. — Ed Catmull

Living among the sane is insane. — Cameron Jace

The burnt child dreads the fire. — Ben Jonson