Basquet Quotes & Sayings

Don't spoil him. Don't try to influence him. Your influence would be bad. The world is wide and has many marvellous people in it. Don't take away from me the one person who gives to my art whatever charm that possesses: my life as an artist depends on him. — Oscar Wilde

We live now in a world where any insult is treated like being shot at by a .38 at four feet. — Kris Saknussemm

I've shrunk but I haven't lost my colour — Jonathan Dunne

The heart is a bloody thing. — Toby Barlow

It felt good to stand out from the world, just mysterious and pious. You weren't a lantern under any basquet. You stood out righteous as a sore thumb. You were the one holy man to keep God from crushing all of the Sodom and Gomorrah seething around you in the Valley Plaza Shoping Center. — Chuck Palahniuk

At the end of Season Four of 'Mr. Show,' instead of doing another season, everyone just thought they wanted to go and do a movie. Kind of like Monty Python. Monty Python went right into 'And Now For Something Completely Different,' and everyone kind of compared 'Mr. Show' to Monty Python. — Scott Aukerman

I was having a wonderful time and the whole world opened up before me because I had no dreams. — Jack Kerouac

You can do terrible things when you don't know who you are ... — Adam Rex

My today's self perpetually slips out of any hold of it that I may try to take. — Gilbert Ryle

Lovely is admirable. — Lailah Gifty Akita

And that was despite the fact that she wasn't really here. I could see stars through her on the other side, although she wasn't a ghost. I knew ghosts. It was more like she was on an intertemporal version of Skype. — Karen Chance

They were so absorbed in their plotting that they did not hear Boule de Suif return. But the Comte's whispered 'shh!' made them all look up. There she was. A sudden silence fell, and at first a feeling of embarrassment prevented them from speaking to her. At last, however, the Comtesse, more of an adept than the rest in social duplicity, asked her: 'Did you enjoy the christening? — Guy De Maupassant