Diggerman Arcade Quotes & Sayings

Some steps need to be taken alone. It's the only way to really figure out where you need to go and who you need to be. — Mandy Hale

In Hollywood, 'under development' means 'all I have is the title.' — Roger Ebert

As a comedian, I can walk out in front of 5000 people and not worry about a thing. Not a thing, believe me. But to stand up a face a camera and crew of maybe 15 guys and get up tight about it - to me that's weird. — Bill Cosby

Captain! To your left there's a Lunar guard and on your right is a doctor who's running tests on Lunars and I'm being held by one of Levana's wolf hybrids and please be careful!"
Thorne took a step back into the hallway a gun from his waistband. He spent a moment swiveling the barrel of the gun in each direction, but nobody moved to attack him.
With some surprise, Cress realized that the operative's grip had weakened.
"Er ... " Thorne furrowed his brow, aiming the gun somewhere near the window. "Could you describe all those threats again because I feel like I missed something. — Marissa Meyer

The logical and extralogical exercises you do in meditation are very similar to advanced systems analysis and programming. — Frederick Lenz

She was unaware that she was somewhat of a celebrity up in heaven. I had told people about her, what she did, how she observed moments of silence up and down the city and wrote small individual prayers in her journal, and the story had travelled so quickly that women lined up to know she had found where they'd been killed. She had fans in heaven ... Meanwhile, for us, she was doing important work, work that most people on Earth were too frightened even too contemplate. — Alice Sebold

He found the hard bud of her clit with his thumb and began rubbing in a circle. "Is that what you like?" he whispered in her ear. "A slow rub on that pretty little button? Or do you want my fingers, pumping in and out of your pussy? — Megan Erickson

None of this was part of the plan all the girls I'd grown up with had been given. Not a written plan, unless the book about Cinderella counted. The plan was in the water we drank, the air we breathed. It was poured into the pavement on the streets we called home. Marry a nice man, one who was a good provider, and live happily, or at least comfortably, ever after.

Safe to say I'd followed the plan. I'd married a banker. Had a baby. But the plan had failed me. It left me alone huddled in a window seat with every emotion I'd refused to let myself feel seeping through my pores until the air in my bedroom was heavy with sadness and angst and confusion. (p. 235) — Julie Mulhern