Breakbeat Lou Quotes & Sayings

I'm cold in summer. I'm the coldest person ever! It's very ironic I'm never cold in the scripts. Every time I'm shooting, if you don't see a part of me, there are hot water bottles there. — Carice Van Houten

He was the boy with the book. Always and forever. — Neil Gaiman

Never take your loved ones for granted. You might lose them in a split of second and never got a chance to say good-bye. — Abdulazeez Henry Musa

In hunting and agriculture work had been a sacred function, one of collaborating with the forces of nature, and invoking the gods of fertility and organic abundance to countenance with their favor the efforts of the human community: pious exaltation and cosmic wonder mingled with strenuous muscular exercise and meticulous ritual. But for those who were drafted into the megamachine, work ceased to be a sacred function, willingly performed, with many pleasurable rewards in both the act and its fruition: it became a curse. — Lewis Mumford

as if being born a girl makes her responsible for everyone alive. — Samantha Hunt

Despair may torment your soul but peace can rise through the storms of life to help heal you. Never forget to maintain hope in your heart and faith that it will all get better. — Timothy Pina

Go get yourself crucified and then rise on the third day. — Voltaire

The story and the poem are obviously changed by being placed in the novel, so in a sense they're no longer the works that preceded the novel. — Ben Lerner

Sweat saves blood, blood saves lives, but brains saves both. — Erwin Rommel

I got to work with Gene Hackman for six weeks, side by side, 12 hours a day. — Marguerite Moreau

Moistening her lips, she asked, "That's what this is all about? Bringing me here?"
His hesitation was so slight she almost missed it. "It could be. Probably is, after all."
"You still want to seduce me."
"I want whatever you can give me," he murmured against her ear. "Where we go from here may depend on what I can give you. — Jennifer Blake

The indie kids, huh? You've got them at your school, too. That group with the cool-geek haircuts and the charity shop clothes and names from the fifties. Nice enough, never mean, but always the ones who end up being the Chosen One when the vampires come calling or when the alien queen needs the Source of All Light or something. They're too cool to ever, ever do anything like go to prom or listen to music other than jazz while reading poetry. They've always got some story going on that they're heroes of. The rest of us just have to live here, hovering around the edges, left out of it all, for the most part. — Patrick Ness