Farrows Pleasantville Quotes & Sayings

I guess when life hands you lemons, chop 'em up and get lemonade; when life hands you cats, chop 'em up and get pussy. — John Barnes

Scars are memory. Like sutures. They stitch the past to me. — China Mieville

I have learned to love that which is meant to harm me, so that I can stand in the way of those who are less strong. I can take the bullets for those who aren't able to. — Margaret Cho

So I want my kids to go to public schools because I think it's a better education overall. — Chuck Schumer

It was on my fifth birthday that Papa put his hand on my shoulder and said, 'Remember, my son, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm. — Sam Levenson

Remuneration! O! That's the Latin word for three farthings — William Shakespeare

One of my weaknesses was a hot bitch wearing glasses. — Scott Hildreth

Hey Americans," he screamed furiously at the drones.
"Brothers of the wolf, sisters of the wind, children of the Sun! Send the Choctaw warrior a quick and merciful death, instead of abandoning us into slavery or shameful capture. — George Sorbane

The leader's main job is to make themselves obsolete. — Laozi

A person with a flexible schedule and average resources will be happier than a rich person who has everything except a flexible schedule. Step one in your search for happiness is to continually work toward having control of your schedule. — Scott Adams

Some irony. The girl who couldn't face her own bullshit . . . suddenly forcing everyone else to. — Rick Remender

An idea is an idea. It can be right or wrong. Let me say what I think. Don't seal my lips with your symbolic violence. — Tarif Naaz

The possibility of genetic modification reminds me of the need for a scientifically literate electorate. Please stay tuned and vote! — Bill Nye

My own drawing was a house made of books, but where there should have been a door, there was a book, and where there should have been windows, there were books, and where the chimney should have been open to let the smoke out, a book was covering the hole, so if anyone was in the house, they couldn't get out. They'd suffocate, to be found years later, a desiccated corpse still marking its place in the book it had been reading with a knobby finger bone, head caved in by an avalanche of fallen books. As I said, I liked books. — Nova Ren Suma