Chronopolis Film Quotes & Sayings

Please don't entertain for a moment the utterly mistaken idea that there is no drudgery in writing. There is a great deal of drudgery in even the most inspired, the most noble, the most distinguished writing. Read what the great ones have said about their jobs; how they never sit down to their work without a sigh of distress and never get up from it witout a sigh of relief. Do you imagine that your Muse is forever flamelike
breathing the inspired word, the wonderful situation, the superb solution into your attentive ear? ... Believe me, my poor boy, if you wait for inspiration in our set-up, you'll wait for ever. — Ngaio Marsh

She could only write with him at night and she was wasting her days just sitting around. So he thought I could write with her during the day. And that was Carole King. — Cynthia Weil

He was a poet who sometimes taught Free University classes or travelled in the western states of Utah, Nevada, and Arizona, speaking to high school English classes, stunning middle-class boys and girls (he hoped) with the news that poetry was alive - narcoleptic, to be sure, but still possessed of a certain hideous vitality. — Stephen King

Look at the ex-demon with his big boy pants on now. — Rob Thurman

Fate has a funny way of intervening in people's lives. — Katie Ashley

Love is a contradiction... Jace to Clary — Cassandra Clare

In the '70s, terrorism was much more serious, in that many more people got killed. — David Hare

When people recognize your work and want to reward you for what you've done, that's a good feeling. — Dane DeHaan

If you're a white kid growing up and you see a Black player and he's got the name of your college or your town across his chest, that means something. — Frank Deford

Because despite the undeniable knowledge that I wasn't human - or mostly human, anyway - despite the proof the computer screen had show in the repair room, I still picture my interior just the same as any other sixteen-year-old girl's. Blood and guts and bones. A brain, and a functioning heart. Hopes and dreams, fears and sorrow. They could tell me the truth, but they couldn't force me to accept it. — Debra Driza

All right," she said. She got to her feet and crossed to his desk, where her knife still sat atop the maps. She thought of the way he'd plucked it out of her grip. "But I want a favor in return."
"Funny, I thought the favor was allowing you to remain on my ship, despite the fact you're a liar, a thief, and a murderer. But please, do go on. — V.E Schwab