Empujando Roca Quotes & Sayings

I always thought filet mignon was the steak to beat, but the fat content in a rib eye is fantastic. — Neil Patrick Harris

May be she'll learn something about what death really is, which is where the pain stops and the good memories begin. Not the end of life but the end of pain. — Stephen King

I sound like a damn commercial, but half the crap in this house is from Wal-mart. The big deal about Wal-mart is that its open 24 hours. — Corbin Bernsen

My brothers and sisters and I spoke in a language called Egg Latin. In the early '50s in Canada, this became a fad way of talking among certain people. It's based on the concept that in every syllable before the vowel and after the preceding constant you insert the word 'egg.' So, my name Phil would be 'Pegghil.' — Phil Hartman

Leave the light and travel the shadow-lands, said Blaise, repeating the inscription on the silver box. — Teresa Flavin

Chris asks, "What are you going to stick to?"
"Mah guns, boy, mah guns," I tell him. "That's the Code of the West. — Robert M. Pirsig

That's the problem with reality, that's the fallacy of therapy: It assumes that you will have a series of revelations, or even just one little one, and that these various truths will come to you and will change your life completely. It assumes that insight alone is a transformative force. But the truth is, it doesn't work that way. In real life, every day you might come to some new conclusion about yourself and about the reasoning behind your behavior, and you can tell yourself that this knowledge will make all the difference. But in all likelihood, you're going to keep on doing the same old things. You'll still be the same person. You'll still cling to your destructive, debilitating habits because you emotional tie to them is so strong that the stupid things you are really the only things you've got that keep you centered and connected. They are the only things about you that you you. — Elizabeth Wurtzel

There is a crack opening up in the middle of the kitchen table. The typewriter and the secrets box are too heavy for it. They're pulling the table down. They're opening up a hole in the floor. The whole room rips apart. There it is, large as life. Our lives are being blown wide open. — Moira Fowley-Doyle