Forchion Films Quotes & Sayings

They may be all comprehended under three heads - 1st, Superstition; 2d, Power; 3d, the common interests of society, and the common rights of man. — Thomas Paine

Every sin is the result of a collaboration — Stephen Crane

There's only one sun," Alison said with feeling. "It's always the same, but it's always the best. Do you know what I mean? — Christopher Pike

As far as engaging with fans ... it's a tricky thing. I enjoy seeing the feedback on Twitter, etc. It's probably the actor in me. — Bryan Cogman

I guess play piano, you know, because that's the thing I started doing when I was a little kid. — Harry Connick Jr.

Only one advantage still remained to Mandred, an edge that Vrrmik could never take from him. The soldiers who marched behind his banner were men and it was the hearts of men that beat within their breasts, hearts that could be moved to selflessness, could be stirred to valour and fired with courage. However numerous Vrrmik's horde, they were skaven, they were cringing beasts driven by fear and greed, incapable of believing in anything more vital than their own skins. Terror and avarice were the forces that drove them on, but such things could only stretch so far, overcome only so much. Mandred's troops could endure more than Vrrmik's monsters. That was the one strength the skaven could never equal. — C.L. Werner

The world's a stage, and I want the brightest spot. — David Lee Roth

Jonathan Seagull discovered that boredom and fear and anger are the reasons that a gull's life is so short, and with those gone from his thought, he lived a long fine life indeed. — Richard Bach

There is no justice, and great harm, in diminishing the whole array of future opportunity to save a few people now from a regrettable fate. — Will Wilkinson

Therefore I see no wrong in riding with the Nightmare to-night; she whinnies to me from the rocking tree-tops and the roaring wind; I will catch her and ride her through the awful air. Woods and weeds are alike tugging at the roots in the rising tempest, as if all wished to fly with us over the moon, like that wild, amorous cow whose child was the Moon-Calf. We will rise to that mad infinite where there is neither up nor down, the high topsy-turveydom of the heavens. I will ride on the Nightmare; but she shall not ride on me. — G.K. Chesterton