Bclt Stock Quotes & Sayings

We like to kidnap them in a van, and take then somewhere dangerous ... SURPRISE!! — Gerard Way

But I think it's more normal for my team to have no success than it is to win two consecutive European cups. — Jose Mourinho

Time punishes us by taking everything, but it also saves us - by taking everything. — Sarah Manguso

If you don't have an end game of something delightful, you're just moving chess pieces around. — William McDonough

I love the idea that more people would read short fiction. I think it's such a humanizing form. It softens the boundaries between people. — George Saunders

I made two movies very young, and then I had trouble getting a movie made, and so - which was both, I think, a plus and a minus. It was a minus because it made me unhappy. — Noah Baumbach

I don't care if he is Curran. In your ward, you are god. — Ilona Andrews

My family are too grounded, and I will go home to visit. I always need my dose of Liverpool to keep me grounded. — Rebecca Ferguson

Since there is no such thing as absolute rightness and truth, we always pursue the artificial, leading, human truth. We judge and make a truth that excludes other truths. Art plays a formative part in this manufacture of truth. — Gerhard Richter

I try to write about how we live today, how we use language, technology, our bodies. — Dana Spiotta

Live the dream awake. — Tia Walker

Imagine the wheel of time turning in a seemingly endless round, revealing that the beginning is the end of another beginning. This is the cyclic nature of the inward journey of creativity, which is by nature back and down - back in time and down into the soul's depths. — Phil Cousineau

I want to work and be happy. — Rickie Lee Jones

Don't we all have a certain number of images that stay around in our head, which we undoubtedly call memories and improperly so, and which we can never get rid of because they return in our sky with the regularity of a comet - torn away also from a world about which we know almost nothing? They return more frequently than comets do, in fact. It would be better, then, to speak of them as loyal satellites, a bit capricious and therefore even troublesome: they appear, disappear, suddenly come back to badger our memory at night when we cannot sleep. But, little as we may care to, as our hearts tell us to, we can also observe them at will, coldly, scrutinize their shadows, colors, and relief. Only, they are dead stars: from them we shall never grasp anything other than the certainty that we have already seen them, examined them, questioned them without really understanding the laws that the line of their mysterious orbits obeyed. — Marc Auge