Cenumarket Quotes & Sayings

It's the transformation that drives me. I want to do it all and never want to be boxed into something as a particular type or style. I never want people to think they know me. I hope to build a repertoire that one can look at and say, from to role to role, 'Was that Brian Tee?' — Brian Tee

For me, my dream came true. But for society it showed me that people want to move on, to look to the future. We said something, we made a statement. — Conchita Wurst

We like the idea of childhood but are not always crazy about the kids we know. We like it, that is, when we are imagining our ownchildhoods. So part of our apparent appreciation of youth is simply envy. — C. Sommerville

Legendary King Midas never knew the feel of silk or a human hand after everything he touched turned to gold. Humans are stuck in a similar Midas-like predicament: we can't directly experience the true texture of quantum reality because everything we touch turns to matter. — Nick Herbert

The value of a principle is the number of things it will explain. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Sorry, the points are already deducted. And taking into account his schedule, and then the standard deviation from the average man's schedule, I figure ninety percent of his time would go elsewhere. I'd never get uninterrupted coitus." "Penis math," Amy said. "Impressive." She looked at Mallory. "See, this is why a guy shouldn't date an accountant. — Jill Shalvis

It really shocked me just to hear of the fans' response to 'St. Anger' not having guitar solos. — Kirk Hammett

That's typical Gabrielle, ... Marc has a very clever plan for this pregnancy. It's going to turn her world upside down — Eva Longoria

The Calores are children of fire, as strong and destructive as their flame, but Cal will not be like the others before. Fire can destroy, fire can kill, but it can also create. Forest burned in the summer will be green by spring, better and stronger than before. Cal's flame will build and bring roots from the ashes of war. The guns will quiet, the smoke will clear, and the soldiers, Red and Silver both, will come home. One hundred years of war, and my son will bring peace. He will not die fighting. He will not. HE WILL NOT. — Victoria Aveyard