Derdestlik Quotes & Sayings

Acting as a profession came to me by chance: in 1946, after the war, I was having lunch with my cousin, who was the Italian ambassador, and he asked, 'What are you going to do now you're out of uniform?' I said, 'I'm pretty inventive, and I can imitate people,' and he said, 'Have you thought about being an actor?' — Christopher Lee

I love creating characters and becoming someone else entirely. — Brina Palencia

A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public eye with his pants down. — Edna St. Vincent Millay

You move your arms a lot when you talk. Just remember we're holding hands, and that makes us look like a couple of idiots out here playing London Bridge. — Dannika Dark

The mere reality of life would be inconceivably poor without the charm of fancy, which brings in its bosom, no doubt, as many vain fears as idle hopes, but lends much oftener to the illusions it calls up a gay flattering hue than one which inspires terror. — Wilhelm Von Humboldt

locking the little scamp in the basement. — Jan Swafford

A common currency imposes on us a duty to cooperate more on policy. — Gerhard Schroder

Eating plain toast will detonate her.
"I'll have some honey."
When the bread is done I scrape on a microscopic layer of it and pour a cup of coffee, black. She pretends not to listen or watch as I crunch through my breakfast. I pretend that I don't notice her pretending. — Laurie Halse Anderson

She shone like a bright strange star shining in those empty lifeless halls, I write. — Kelly Link

I remember getting out of grad school and coming to New York and not wanting to get a teaching job because I wanted to work on my own, to develop my own ideas. There isn't that time now. Artists are exhibiting while they are still in grad school. There isn't that safety cushion. — Brice Marden

This is the outer surface of the brain where much of our thinking is done. Unfolded, this surface layer would cover the area of a football field — James Tagg

I shudder to tell that many of our people, harassed by the madness of excessive hunger, cut pieces from the buttocks of the Saracens already dead there, which they cooked, but when it was not yet roasted enough by the fire, they devoured it with savage mouth — Edward M. Peters