Exera 3 Quotes & Sayings

I've had a long association with the theater over the years but I had never produced a play and it was something that I'd always wanted to do.The movies moved away from dramas, and I think that I'm very excited by the opportunity to take smart writing that takes risks and see it on stage. It's exciting to see that engagement between the audience and the playwright. — Colin Callender

This is kind of a sticky situation, isn't it, Gurudas?" she says. "I told you two that if I caught either of you on my property again I'd expose a goodly amount of your innards to the fresh sea air. And I hate breaking promises. That's what whole of civilized society is founded upon, isn't it - promises? — Robert Jackson Bennett

The public doesn't want new music. — Arthur Honegger

When I come around people, I'm up to date on everything. I know all the new music that's coming out, all the stuff that ain't came out yet. — Juicy J

Baking is my pastime. I just love creating things. But it's not what I want to do for a living. Acting is what I want to do. — Ed Oxenbould

I try to stay as private as possible; I know that's difficult, especially playing here in New York, but I make an attempt at it. — Derek Jeter

Understand that life is journey. I haven't achieved the success I wanted to achieve yet, but that's OK - it's coming. — Adrienne Bailon

Life is never guaranteed to be safe, so we better use it while we are still in good condition. — Ai Weiwei

Nature will kill you without a minute's thought, and in nastier ways than a crazy guy with agun. It doesn't make her any less beautiful. — Nora Roberts

The canvases which Mr. St. Jones referred to with a paintbrush that was long and slightly bowed: for the most part interiors, or undergrounds, of pocked and craggy holes, rock vaults with mossy floors and slimy walls, or narrow scenic vistas that skinny silver streams squirmed through like sidewinders flipped on their backs, beneath downward grasping tentacles of roots, stalactites dagger-sharp and dangling by threads of stone, stalagmites teetering, all doused, frozen in molten electric white that suggested what a glimpse of hell might be, too beautiful, some still lifes too, great bulbous beets, hoary legumes, giant scallions, white carrots, tomatoes, berries, squash in huge radiant bowls, and portraits, signed by Ionia, of shadows, from which gleamed eyes and teeth and nails and, here and there, a glowing bubble, or scrotum, caught the eye. Near the door a counter clacked but rather quietly. — Douglas Woolf