Dastardly Dan Quotes & Sayings

Let's go sit and hate a bunch of people. — Horace McCoy

It is no wonder if Art frequently prefers Illusion to Truth: for Illusion is her servant, but Truth her mistress. — Richard B. Garnett

Someone who lies for you will also lie to you. The occasional benefit your business may gain from a successful deception or concealment is always outweighed by the encouragement it provides to those willing to risk trust for success. — Michael Josephson

His hand lay across my stomach as he slept soundly. I entwined my fingers with his and breathed through the warmth that seeped through my chest. Such a simple, sweet thing to do, yet holding hands in bed was incredibly intimate. — N.R. Walker

I don't consider myself a starlet or a Hollywood person. — Mia Wasikowska

Good morning, Hell-A. In the land of the lotus-eaters, time plays tricks on you. One day you're dreaming, the next, your dream has become your reality. It was the best of times. If only someone had told me. Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, harsh lessons learned. My family goes on without me, while I drown in a sea of pointless pussy. I don't know how I got here. But here I am, rotting away in the warm California sun. There are things I need to figure out, for her sake, at least. The clock is ticking. The gap is widening. She won't always love me no matter what — Hank Moody

Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist. — Guy De Maupassant

If you are lucky as an actor, you are doing a character that really matches where you are in life, or you're doing a character that is not where you are. If it's somewhere in between, you have to use a lot of imagination and a lot of thought. — Scott Cohen

Not my manner of thinking but the manner of thinking of others has been the source of my unhappiness. — Marquis De Sade

The next wave of the Web is going to be user-generated content. — John Doerr

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see? — William Blake