Benthall Hall Quotes & Sayings

Your violin has only two strings," I say. "You're missing the other two."
Yes, he says. He's well aware.
"All I want to do is play music, and the crisis I'm having is right here. This one's gone," he says of the missing top string, "that one's gone, and this little guy's almost out of commission." His goal in life, Nathaniel tells me, is to figure out how to replace the strings. But he got used to playing imperfect instruments while taking music classes in Cleveland's public schools, and there's a lot you can do, he assures me, with just two strings — Steve Lopez

We live equally out of our bodies and out of our minds. — R.D. Laing

Programming languages, like pizzas, come in only too sizes; too big and too small. — Richard E. Pattis

This nation was founded by rebels and revolutionaries, and its flags were carried across the battlefields by people who were very, very against the status quo and who questioned and criticized. — Lupe Fiasco

I really love theatre, as that is where I started out. — Tom Wlaschiha

I got the stamina. I can close. — Michael Phelps

I've never had a chance to go to the Finals, and I don't have a ring - and that would be the only thing that would get me to think about it. — Antonio Davis

I love this country because I didn't always have it. Freedom, food, water that is clean, Constitution - these are not things I take for granted. — Sayed Badreya

If you don't like it, say something. — Joyce Rachelle

You are my treasure. — Truth Devour

She was beginning to weep again. Tears were her final defense, just as they had always been his mother's: the soft weapon which paralyzes, which turns kindness and tenderness into fatal chinks in one's armor. Not that he'd ever worn much armor anyway - suits of armor did not seem to fit him very well. Tears had been more than a defense for his mother; they had been a weapon. Myra had rarely used her own tears so cynically . . . but, cynically or not, he realized she was trying to use them that way now . . . and she was succeeding. He — Stephen King