Brell Quotes & Sayings

The explosion would be just the right size to maximize the amount of paperwork your lab would face. If the explosion were smaller, you could potentially cover it up. If it were larger, there would be no one left in the city to submit paperwork to. — Randall Munroe

I just go with it, focus on whichever feeling I have most often and try to keep my mouth shut when it's the other. But most folks got Id and Ego living on different floors in their head's house, in different rooms, and they've locked all the doors between them, and nailed sheets of plywood over that, because they think they're, like, sworn enemies that can't hang together. — Karen Marie Moning

I'd blow someone for a valium," I said in Jacob's ear.
"Maybe he's got one ... but try offering a hand-job first so you retain some leverage. — Jordan Castillo Price

I'm not a very dark person. — Norah Jones

I'm preparing for a multimedia theater piece, Airport Music, that's coming up in New York City. — Jessica Hagedorn

This is my religion. I take long breaks now when I don't perform and I am not myself when I am not performing. — Roy Haynes

Once a disease has entered the body, all parts which are healthy must fight it: not one alone, but all. Because a disease might mean their common death. Nature knows this; and Nature attacks the disease with whatever help she can muster. — Paracelsus

Having the competitive edge to be able to succeed is having control of your time, life and mind. — Frederick Lenz

Weird here is something we aspire to, something we perfect, get degrees in, get awards for. — Tom Spanbauer

This life, it isn't the end for us. Whatever happens, my soul will find yours; it always has. — Lynn Vroman

I believe that you must be madly in love with cinema to create films. You also need a huge cinematic baggage. — Jean-Pierre Melville

If there were a verb meaning "to believe falsely," it would not have any significant first person, present indicative. — Ludwig Wittgenstein

I drove out. There were a half-dozen cars there. A house man let me in. Brell came hurrying to me to pump my hand. He was a trim-bodied man in his late forties, dark and handsome in a slightly vulpine way, and I suspected he wore a very expensive and inconspicuous hair piece. He looked the type to go bald early. He had a resonant voice and a slightly theatrical presence. He wore tailored twill ranch pants and a crisp white shirt with blue piping. — John D. MacDonald