Chugs Quotes & Sayings

Content dictates form and style. — Stephen Sondheim

Hey." [Leo] squeezed her hand, though Hazel sensed nothing romantic in the gesture. "Machines are designed to work."
"Uh, what?"
"I figure the universe is basically like a machine. I don't know who made it, if it was the Fates, or the gods, or capital-G God, or whatever. But it chugs along the way it's supposed to most of the time. Sure, little pieces break and stuff goes haywire once in a while, but mostly ... things happen for a reason. Like you and me meeting."
"Leo Valdez," Hazel marveled, "you're a philosopher. — Rick Riordan

Even though this world is narrow, it is wide ... to those who understand.
This world isn't the only one. — CLAMP

When you are young, you always expect that the world is going to end. And then you get older and the world still chugs along and you are forced to re-evaluate your stance on the apocalypse as well as your own relationship to time and death. You realize that the world will indeed continue, with or without you, and the pictures you see in your head. So you try to understand the pictures instead. — Douglas Coupland

By and large I think art is made by people who have discipline married to talent in sufficiently large amounts to work even if they don't feel like it. Anybody can get maudlin and decide to write poetry at 11 at night; the question is, can you do it at 8:30 on a Monday morning..? — Clive Barker

I was in the black silence of a medieval street, and blindly I followed its sharp turns, comforted by the height of its narrow tenements, which seemed at any moment capable of falling together, closing this alleyway under indifferent stars like a seam. — Anne Rice

Conviction is worthless unless it is converted into conduct. — Thomas Carlyle

I figure the universe is basically like a machine. I don't know who made it, if it was the Fates, or the gods, or capital-G God, or whatever. But it chugs along the way it's supposed to most of the time. Sure, little pieces break and stuff goes haywire once in a while, but mostly ... things happen for a reason. — Rick Riordan

Usually my characters, though young, tend to be street-wise. — Rachel Cohn

Only with maturity did I come to appreciate my own Chinese roots: not just the food and the ancient history, but also the philosophy of child-rearing and the respect for education and knowledge. — Tess Gerritsen

I think the thumb print on the throat of many people is childhood trauma that goes unprocessed and unrecognized. — Tom Hooper

For the record," Snow grumbled. "I don't want to spend any more time with you either."
Stupid boy ... Baz sighed to himself, taking in Snow's tense shoulders, the flush of anger in his neck, and the thick fall of bronze hair partially trapped in his goggles ... What do you know about want? — Rainbow Rowell

I know that you are not a man content to wait behind and just watch as the ferry chugs away. But perhaps this isn't your boat. Perhaps it doesn't sail where you want to go. You'll make the right decision. I think you already know what it is. E — Jessica Brockmole

Being a bad guy was easy, being a hero was hard. — Dean Koontz

A man's own dinner is to himself so important that he cannot bring himself to believe that it is a matter utterly indifferent to anyone else. — Anthony Trollope

A sculpture of marriage, marriage come alive. Lancelot — Lauren Groff

You are not a man, I thought. A man doesn't drink sparkling water; he chugs tap water from a hose after changing his oil. — Alessandra Torre

I'm happy to be the guy on the subway that people stare at and they just can't quite place it. I don't really like my life intruded upon too much. In a way, it's kind of nice to not be all that well known. — David Alan Basche

I think, it is a challenge to get critics or whoever to see past what you wear and makeup and the way you look and just concentrate on the music. — Ellie Goulding

The man who follows the crowd will never be followed by a crowd. — Richard Spaight Donnell

Coming down off the trail, I am lost in my own thoughts and unprepared when a bear chugs across the path just before it gives out on the gravel road. I am so distracted that I keep walking towards the bear. I only stop when it rears, stands on hind legs, and stares at me, sensitive nose pressed into the air, weak eyes searching. I have never been this close to a wild bear before, but I am not frightened. There is no menace in its stance; it is not even curious. The bear seems to know who or what I am. The bear is not impressed. — Louise Erdrich