Czepiac Quotes & Sayings

Creating fantasy is a very personal thing, but you can't take the process too personally. — Joseph Barbera

I wasn't good with authority, went to lots of schools, didn't like the fact that there was no autonomy. — Nigella Lawson

Lila realized that looking after the girl dispelled any fears of her own, which is how people who have to save their children must feel. When you are looking after someone, your own fear shrinks. The — Anat Talshir

Cram as much pleasure as you can into life, and rail against the pain that you have to suffer as a result. — Shane MacGowan

But for the blood he could have been a normal Joe out on a stroll. But for the kid's scalp swinging in the breeze, he could've been anyone. But he wasn't. He was Kreagar Hallet. Murdering, kid-killing bastard Kreagar Hallet. Took me far too long to figure that out and no prettied-up words would change it now. I — Beth Lewis

I've always believed that as an actor anything you're asked to do is within you. You just have to try and find it. — Robert Carlyle

Money serves only to facilitate the transmission of these useful things from one to another, — Frederic Bastiat

The really courageous and bold thing is to make movies about human behaviour. — Laura Dern

Having great friends in New York is like having great friends on an expedition into Darkest Africa in the early 19th century. You need them. And you need sponsorship on a daily basis. I have a painter friend here who says, 'I need two compliments a day just to break even.' And we gave them to each other, and we got them - and honestly got them. — Allan Gurganus

Yes, he could walk forever. He could so easily continue to walk and all thoughts of death would fall away, absorbed by the silent snow.
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And then he heard it, very faintly at first, but distinct just the same. He heard the snow falling gently through the air, each flake sounded distinctly different, yet just as each fell unhindered by another, so their sound did not clash or interfere with each other, but blended into a snow song that he knew very few had ever heard. And that song became louder, though always gentle, as he continued to be absorbed by the light, to become one with the light... and now there weren't any feet to leave prints, or a body or eyes to glow, but just light and sound and pure joy, pure eternal joy. No past, no future, no, not even a present, just ever new joy where there wasn't even a memory of pain or struggle or sorrow... just ever new joy... — Hubert Selby Jr.