Bayacan Quotes & Sayings

I'm disappointed in you, Adrian. I'm very disappointed. Reassembling myself was the first trick I learned. It didn't kill Osterman. Did you really think it would kill me? I have walked across the surface of the sun. I have witnessed events so tiny and so fast, they could hardly be said to have occurred at all. But you, Adrian, you're just a man. The world's smartest man poses no more threat to me than does its smartest termite. — Alan Moore

I honestly want to help. I don't believe I feel differently from other people. I think we all want justice and equality, a chance for a life with meaning. — Angelina Jolie

I have a profound belief in the power of the Sacraments. I believe that in a Divine way the use of them teaches the teachable their inward meaning and therefore I think we need be in no hurry to attempt to teach new converts all that we think we know about them. — Roland Allen

To be told you've won a MacArthur fellowship is very flattering and gratifying personally. — David Simon

Beyond the mythology, Wonder Woman gets to play with several dichotomies. It's Amazon culture versus man's world; ancient mythological times versus the contemporary world; and, of course, all the male and female issues. — Bruce Timm

I was at Target the day after my kinda debut on 'True Blood,' and I got recognized right away. I was very surprised. It caught me off-guard. — Lindsay Pulsipher

The last centuries saw the most magnificent material progress in history, and the present century is set to produce the greatest progress in mental and spiritual power. — Charles F. Haanel

I was a tomboy, not a girlie girl. — Minka Kelly

We are like chameleons, we take our hue and the color of our moral character, from those who are around us. — John Locke

There is no horizon. On a positive note, I may have found our planet killer." The — Alexander Freed

I can't imagine you not saying a word," said Marcus."I think you'd go crazy first. — Dan Wells

They just sat there looking back at me. The orange queen was clacking her typewriter. Cop talk was no more treat for her than legs to a dance director. They had the calm weathered faces of healthy men in hard condition. They had the eyes they always have, cloudy and grey like freezing water. The firm set mouth, the hard little wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, the hard hollow meaningless stare, not quite cruel and a thousand miles from kind. The dull ready-made clothes, worn without style, with a sort of contempt; the look of men who are poor and yet proud of their power, watching always for ways to make it felt, to shove it into you and twist it and grin and watch you squirm, ruthless without malice, cruel and yet not always unkind. What would you expect them to be? Civilization had no meaning for them. All they saw of it was the failures, the dirt, the dregs, the aberrations and the disgust. — Raymond Chandler