Farscape Rygel Quotes & Sayings

I read a lot of 'Nancy Drew' books as a kid and considered myself a bit of an amateur detective. — Chelsea Cain

The only connection I had left with my parents is an old photograph of the two of them on their wedding day. — M.C.

What we write should surprise us, the way life surprises us. — Marty Rubin

We are deeply saddened to hear about the passing of Jonathan Hardy. The clever wit and joy he brought to his performance of Rygel was a true gift to the world of Farscape. My sincerest condolences go out to Jonathan's family and to his many fans around the world. — Brian Henson

Sooner or later everything that exists ceases to exist, and then something comes along to take its place, but not always something better. — Dmitry Bakin

Oh, I have to say Romana; she was much more fun to do but I did enjoy the Princess when she was turning bad. — Lalla Ward

We are not deceiving anyone, we are only deceiving our own soul [our own Self]. — Dada Bhagwan

Agape, eros, and chastity, a heady combination that would make even the strongest man fall to his knees — Sylvain Reynard

Do not assume tomorrow will come. Car crash, heart attack, panda mauling; no promises that you'll see the day after today. What you do get is today. You're here right now, so don't waste it. Today is always the day you have. Tomorrow is always a day away. Something-something — Chuck Wendig

Being able to pick and read good waves is almost more important than surfing well. — Shane Snow

Sometimes I'll flip through a magazine and do a double take when I see myself in it, it's just crazy! — Kimberly Caldwell

With any actor, rather than tips, I think when you enjoy working with somebody and you enjoy what they do, I think your reaction is partly to be doing what they're doing, so you're learning all the time, whether it be sub-consciously or whether it be just through the person you enjoy working with. — Luke Goss

Dilemmas of the Angels: Flight"

Before the angel there was something else -
not this coffee shop next to a drug rehabilitation center
filled with war veterans of the past, men and women
strapped to their chairs, birds straining to rise
from piles of feathers, bones, and blood.

Drenched in sweat and a little shaky
from too much caffeine, she takes flight,
a shining white-winged trumpeter swan
crossing open water, steam rising
from the feathers' barbs. Below her,
a cormorant, unfolding its black wings,
explodes from the surface, and even fish,
leaping from the oily sheen, glide
for a moment, gills pumping
in the poisonous atmosphere.

Such longing. How large
the muscles in our shoulders must be
to lift our wings even a single time. — David Romtvedt

No, I wasn't. I was just thinking how sad it is that for such a good-looking guy, you're a few crayons short of a rainbow." His — Laurann Dohner