Florinese Quotes & Sayings

Doctor: Nyssa, we can't get you out of there just yet. I'm sorry.
Nyssa: I know.
Doctor: The TARDIS has gone missing. I'm sorry, I have to concentrate-
Nyssa: I know, Doctor. You don't have to keep saying you're sorry.
Doctor: We'll come for you. When all of this is over we'll follow the comet and get you back.
Nyssa: You once said much the same thing to somebody else. — Eddie Robson

With the song 'This Christmas' I wanted to do something that was kind of different. I mean, Donny Hathaway is an amazing artist. So I wanted to bring my flavor to the song so when people over the age of 45 or 50 hear it they'll be like 'OK, he did his thing with that record.' It's like I can appeal to everybody and not just a younger demographic. — Chris Brown

Vince had dragged a box over to the Dumpster. He was standing on it and very carefully examining the body, but something had frozen him in place, absolutely motionless, half bent into the Dumpster, and I felt a new hiss of interest from the Passenger. "What is it," I asked him, fighting to keep the eagerness out of my voice. "Oh, holy fuck," he said. "I can't believe this." "Believe what?" I said, more than a little irritated at the way he had to emote his way through a long dramatic buildup instead of simply answering my question. "Semen," he said, shaking his head and turning to face me with a look of complete disgust. "There's semen in the eye socket. — Jeff Lindsay

at the end of the day the fire and blood and death weren't what disturbed her the most about that convoy attack. It was the knowledge the driver had been wrong not to run over a small child. It was not being able to deny that fact. — Matt Wallace

They look into the mirror and all they can see is a collection of flaws, — Ann Patchett

Hey, if you're going to price yourself, I say go high. — Jennifer Rardin

Only those are happy who never think or, rather, who only think about life's bare necessities, and to think about such things means not to think at all. True thinking resembles a demon who muddies the spring of life or a sickness which corrupts its roots. To think all the time, to raise questions, to doubt your own destiny, to feel the weariness of living, to be worn out to the point of exhaustion by thoughts and life, to leave behind you, as symbols of your life's drama, a trail of smoke and blood - all this means you are so unhappy that reflection and thinking appear as a curse causing a violent revulsion in you. — Emil Cioran

Chapter One. The Bride." He held up the book then. "I'm reading it to you for relax." He practically shoved the book in my face. "By S. Morgenstern. Great Florinese writer. The Princess Bride. He too came to America. S. Morgenstern. Dead now in New York. The English is his own. He spoke eight tongues." Here my father put down the book and held up all his fingers. "Eight. Once in Florin City ... — William Goldman