Chafia Boudraa Quotes & Sayings

It's a tiny bestseller, but, officially yes. But, hey, most people haven't read Moby-Dick, so why the hell should they read my book? — Richard Linklater

Besides, a new decade is a chance to find oneself at the beginning of things. Oh, life! What a sweet little Etch A Sketch of time you are! — Sloane Crosley

The very fears and guilts imposed by religious training are responsible for some of history's most brutal wars, crusades, pogroms, and persecutions, including five centuries of almost unimaginable terrorism under Europe's Inquisition and the unthinkably sadistic legal murder of nearly nine million women. History doesn't say much very good about God. — Barbara G. Walker

That's an interesting way to put it: an expectation of who you should be. More often than not, it's described as an expectation of who you are. — Steve Carell

This is real. So real I feel it everywhere, like a million tiny vibrations under my skin. This ... this urgency to protect you ... " My breath burst in and out, and my voice thickened with the messy, unfiltered truth. "It's a crazy need inside me, driving me to be near you, to watch over you, to undo the hurt I put in your eyes. I don't fucking know what it is, but I feel it now, spinning me around - around you - and knocking me way the fuck off track. — Pam Godwin

Who are we without our memories? — Marta Acosta

I'm writing songs to perform, to entertain. And when I'm really trying to get inspired, I go backwards, and I just rap. — Mystikal

The angels had guitars before they had wings. — Meat Loaf

I love you so much, so much," he mutters. "It's always been you. It always will be. — Lily Morton

Ladies & gentlemen," the Professor began, "the Other Professor is so kind as to recite a Poem. The title of it is 'The Pig-Tale.' He never recited it before!" (General cheering among the guests.) "He will never recite it again!" (Frantic excitement, & wild cheering all down the hall, the Professor himself mounting the table in hot haste, to lead the cheering, & waving his spectacles in one hand & a spoon in the other.) — Lewis Carroll