Eratosthenes Sieve Quotes & Sayings

For any actor, when you're playing twin brothers, you have to be able to find the similarities between them as well as creating a difference between the two characters. If they just looked the same, what would the point of that be? — Efren Ramirez

Why wasn't it more difficult? ... Shouldn't some things be difficult? — Brock Clarke

I'm somebody who finds adversity is almost as good as encouragement. It's almost like, you close the door, and I'll find ten ways to kick it in and go around it or dig under it or something. — Diane Warren

The habit of stifling an impulse is your conditioned thinking, bent by society's stamp, doing its best to maintain its dominance. — Garry Fitchett

Dandelion Wine is nothing if it is not the boy-hid-in-the-man playing in the fields of the Lord on the green grass of other Augusts in the midst of starting to grow up, grow old, and sense darkness waiting under the trees to seed the blood. I — Ray Bradbury

I think sometimes we spend so much time trying to find out who we are we lose sight of who we want to be — Anonymous

I am like a winged creature who is too rarely allowed to use its wings. Ecstasies do not occur often enough. — Anais Nin

I've never found it made the slightest difference being a woman - though there is a sort of feeling that as you get older you're not so interesting. — Nina Bawden

We're all immortal, Ava, as long as someone tells our stories. — Elizabeth Hunter

My role in the Mamas and Papas was basically just to sing. — Cass Elliot

The raw materials of photography are light and time and memory. — Keith Carter

My goodness, I am made from planets and wood, diamonds and orange peels, now and then, here and there; the iron in my blood was once the blade of a Roman plow; peel back my scalp and you will see my cranium covered in the scrimshaw carved by an ancient sailor who never suspected he was whittling at my skull - no, my blood is a Roman plow, my bones are being etched by men with names that mean sea wrestler and ocean rider and the pictures they are making are pictures of northern stars at different seasons, and the man keeping my blood straight as it splits the soil is named Lucian and he will plant wheat, and I cannot concentrate on this apple, this apple, and the only thing common to all of this is that I feel sorrow so deep, it must be love, and they are upset because while they are carving and plowing they are troubled by visions of trying to pick apples from barrels. — P. Harding

Oh, my God,' she said, between sobs. 'Oh, my God.'
Olanna reached out often to squeeze her arm. The rawness of Edna's grief made her helpless, brought the urge to stretch her hand into the past and reverse history. Finally, Edna fell asleep. Olanna gently placed a pillow beneath her head and sat thinking about how a single act could reverberate over time and space and leave stains that could never be washed off. She thought about how ephemeral life was, about not choosing misery. She would move back to Odenigbo's house. — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Hunting Bears is a complex song. A bear, as you know is another term for a chubby chaser. The guitar line is actually the sound of a fat man's thighs rubbing together as he approaches another lardy male for a night of sexual deviance. — Thom Yorke

How about how the hell you're still a virgin at nineteen?" he said, turning his silver pools toward me. — Abbi Glines