Fock Life Quotes & Sayings

To feel common after a common cold is quite uncommon. — Khang Kijarro Nguyen

No other human being, no woman, no poem or music, book, or painting can replace alcohol in its power to give man the illusion of real creation. — Marguerite Duras

The prosaic fact of the universe's existence alone defeats both the pragmatist and the romantic. — Stephen King

He who seeks beauty will eventually find it, and discover that the Persians are not entirely deceived in their Hafiz, nor the Hindoos in their Kalidasa. — Friedrich Max Muller

Success is personally defined. It's subjective and it's what YOU decide it will be. — Sarah Centrella

The great experimental principle, then, is doubt, that philosophic doubt which leaves to the mind its freedom and initiative, and from which the virtues most valuable to investigators in physiology and medicine are derived. — Claude Bernard

Happy Fuller: Somehow you always love in a special way the one who gives you the most grief. — Nora Roberts

Anything that raises any internal honesty about gay life is inherently suspect. — Andrew Sullivan

What was our daughter's name? I should know that. But I didn't. I didn't.
Because she doesn't exist. Wake up!
"Dad - " I looked back. Frank was gone. There was just the sidewalk, and a gray fog, and the rain, rain beating down on my face, beading up on my skin. "If I
wake up I'm going to lose them. I can lose everything but them. Dad - " I didn't want this, but I didn't want to let it go. I couldn't. I started to walk back to the
house, to Claire, to the baby whose name I hadn't decided yet, to a future without vampires where I was respected and important and my dad loved me and ...
And I knew I couldn't have that.
Because I'm Shane Collins, and I don't get those things.
Because that isn't how my world is.
WAKE UP!
I did. — Rachel Caine

Paradise Lost is a poem. The old, blind bastard's trying to sing to you. Listen, as the Isley Brothers say, to the music. You must learn to do that before you can expect to understand. Slowly. Slowly. A few licks at a time. — John Edgar Wideman