Coppercab Quotes & Sayings

You'll meet someone soon. No one knows what's round the corner.
How many corners, because I feel like I've turned them all. I meet people all the time. It never works out. I don't know why. — Carrie Adams

And if that sounds like an excuse, sue me. Everybody else has. — Vincent H. O'Neil

I get to work with incredibly talented young filmmakers and students, and their attitudes and relationship with film is still so pure. That re-inspires me and reminds me why I got into it and what I love about film, and allows me a little reprieve from the business side of it. And it rekindles my love of film. — James Franco

are three main types of memory in the human brain; — Ryan Cooper

One way, our way policy. — Alex Adams

Once she started awake to a sound like the low roll of drums, and to the south she saw an endless congregation of antelope that moved across the nighted plain, raising a cloud of dust behind them that swallowed the stars and turned the moon rusty brown as a scrape of ruined iron. Near dawn, in that darkest hour, she raised her head again and saw to the north the passage of sails. They hovered across the deep like a parade of phantom cavaliers tilted upon hellish steeds. They passed in waves, ranks upon ranks of ghostly warlords bent toward the coming dawn as if to impale the sun itself and set it atop a spike in the blackened sky. — A.S. Peterson

Books give a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and life to everything. — Plato

[Eddie] cried out but his cry was lost in the golden blast of some tremendous horn. It came from the top of the Tower, and seemed to fill the world. As that note of warning held and drew out over the field where he stood, blackness welled from the windows which girdled the Tower. It overspilled them and spread across the sky in flaggy streams which came together and formed a growing blotch of darkness. It did not look like a cloud; it looked like a tumor hanging over the earth. The sky was blotted out. And, he saw, it was not a cloud or a tumor but a shape, some tenebrous, cyclopean shape racing toward the place where he stood. — Stephen King

He wondered what his heart would look like if he could pluck it from his chest and inspect it. — David Estes

If you live with love ... You will love living. — Anthony D. Williams

You have the freedom to trust and the freedom to turn. This is the profound and sometimes painful mystery of community and love. — William Paul Young

Not every book is for every reader. — Meg Waite Clayton

If I was writing about an academic or a more difficult person, I would use the Latinate vocabulary more, but I do think Anglo-saxon is the language of emotion. — Lydia Davis