De Casteljau Quotes & Sayings

As a scientist Throckmorton knew that if he were ever to break wind in the echo chamber, he would never hear the end of it — Edward Bulwer-Lytton

What seems to sell books is good word-of-mouth, not promotion tours. I'm too old to believe that media promotion of a book really matters. What matters is how it will look 100 years from now, not how many copies are sold. — John Updike

Time and time again one has seen how stories get exaggerated in the telling. — Jose Saramago

Experience in other countries shows how big money, rather than the best political candidate, can influence politics. — Andrew Lansley

Sure I got a mouth on me. — Shelby Lynne

You have to be a pretty miserable person to not enjoy making movies. It's something I always dreamed about. I do not take it for granted. — Josh Duhamel

We are bits of energy floating about in various guises, and when we die we rejoin the big cosmic soup of the universe. — Bat For Lashes

If you haven't caused a scene in a psych unit, it's just because you haven't been inside long enough. — Victor LaValle

The famous University of Chicago Great Books program and the reorganization of the University structure along Aristotelian lines and the establishment of the "College," in which a reading of classics was initiated in fifteen-year-old students, were some of the results. — Robert M. Pirsig

Madeleine in her turn stared at him steadily, straight into his eyes, in a profound, strange way, as if seeking to read something there, as if seeking to discover there that hidden part of a human being which can never be fathomed but may perhaps be glimpsed for a fleeting instant, in those moments of unguardedness or surrender or inattention, that are like doors left ajar onto the mysterious depths of the spirit ... they stood for a few seconds, each gazing into the other's eyes, each striving to reach the impenetrable secret of the other's heart, to probe each other's thoughts to the quick. They tried, in a mute and passionate questioning, to see the other's conscience in its essential truth: the intimate struggles of two beings who, living side by side, never really know one another, who suspect and sniff around and spy on one another, but cannot plumb the miry depths of one another's soul. — Guy De Maupassant

Jesus. I just lost our bet." "Yes, you did." "Fuck." "If you insist." He pushes away and runs his hand through his hair. — Leisa Rayven