Baulks Def Quotes & Sayings

And I know when you're a teenager everybody feels different and alien to the other people around them but there seems to be an added dimension when you're queer. It's because for that period of time you're more isolated than anybody else and you truly think you are the only one of your kind. So you create fantastic barriers and defence strategies for yourself to survive. And when you get older and realise that you can take them down it's an internal and eternal struggle to do so. Fear is the best anti-motivator in the world. — Sean Kennedy

He could not consent to allow himself to be insulted, still less to allow himself to be treated as a rag, and, above all, to allow a thoroughly vicious man to treat him so. No quarrelling, however, no quarrelling! Possibly if some one wanted, if some one, for instance, actually insisted on turning Mr. Golyadkin into a rag, he might have done so, might have done so without opposition or punishment (Mr. Golyadkin was himself conscious of this at times), and he would have been a rag and not Golyadkin - yes, a nasty, filthy rag; but that rag would not have been a simple rag, it would have been a rag possessed of dignity, it would have been a rag possessed of feelings and sentiments, even though dignity was defenceless and feelings could not assert themselves, and lay hidden deep down in the filthy folds of the rag, still the feelings there ... — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

My illustrious lordship, I'll show you what a woman can do. — Artemisia Gentileschi

The world is full of pots jeering at kettles. — Francois De La Rochefoucauld

With any character, you want the audience to at least empathize. — Tobias Segal

The British version of 'Shit My Dad Says' is really entertaining. — Jeremy Scahill

WILL ALIGNMENT
Despot's ultimate goal, using terror as his tool in trade = Corporal punishment in schools
Kamil Ali — Kamil Ali

There are too many brands. You can start your own brand from your bedroom. It's a good thing and a bad thing. — Mark McNairy

Our names are labels, plainly printed on the bottled essence of our past behavior. — Logan Pearsall Smith

If the garden of Eden really exists it does so moment by moment, fragmented and tough, cropping up like a fan of buddleia high up in the gutter of a deserted warehouse, or in a heap of frozen cabbages becoming luminous in the reflected light of roadside snow. — Helen Dunmore

He and I had always felt as if we were fellow survivors from some vanishing age or land, in the gibbering swamp of mediocrity around us. — Ayn Rand