Badshah Khan Quotes & Sayings

Even in a perfect world, where everyone was equal I'd still own the film rights and be working on the sequal — Elvis Costello

When movies work or a TV series, when they really work, it's because of the collaborative effort. Competition is the death knell for anything, in my opinion. Especially in Hollywood. When actors are competing against each other, or when directors are competing against actors, it's usually the beginning of the end. — Rocky Carroll

Just as music is noise that makes sense, a painting is colour that makes sense, so a story is life that makes sense. — Yann Martel

If God refuses to mass-produce but insists on an intimate process that in the end forms each of us into the image of Christ, why would we choose a lesser path for our own lives? The work of the artist begins with the care of his or her own soul. — Erwin Raphael McManus

What is it that dies? A log of wood dies to become a few planks. The planks die to become a chair. The chair dies to become a piece of firewood, and the firewood dies to become ash. You give different names to the different shapes the wood takes, but the basic substance is there always. If we could always remember this, we would never worry about the loss of anything. We never lose anything; we never gain anything. By such discrimination we put an end to unhappiness. (118-119) — Swami Satchidananda

I fucking love you!" He grabbed each side of my face,
slamming his lips against mine. "I love you so much,
Pigeon," he said, kissing me over and over.
"Just remember that in fifty years when I'm still kicking
your ass in poker," I giggled.
He smiled, triumphant. "If it means sixty or seventy
years with you, Baby ... you have my full permission to
do your worst."
I raised one eyebrow, "You're gonna regret that."
"You wanna bet?"
I smiled with as much deviance as I could muster. — Jamie McGuire

Modern storytellers are the descendants of an immense and ancient community of holy people, troubadours, bards, griots, cantadoras, cantors, traveling poets, bums, hags and crazy people. — Clarissa Pinkola Estes