Futterer Stephen Quotes & Sayings

Only mathematics and mathematical logic can say as little as the physicist means to say. — Bertrand Russell

Trust me, I write fiction. — Rob Mahan

That place that no one knows about - horrifying things we keep secret. A lot of that is released through acting. — Charles Durning

The way of truth is like a great road. It is not difficult to know it. The evil is only that men will not seek it. — Mencius

Certainly Adam in Paradise had not more sweet and curious apprehensions of the world, than I when I was a child. — Thomas Traherne

I realize it's a cliche, almost, that coming out of the closet is a very healthy and empowering thing to do, but for me, it really has been a truly wonderful thing. — BD Wong

Good deeds are seeds of generosity. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Could the search for ultimate truth really have revealed so hideous and visceral looking an object? — Max Perutz

Martha Quest, who thought of herself as so adventurous, so free and unbounded - the fact was, even the idea of picking up a telephone and making herself known to a new person troubled her: she made excuses, she could not do it. — Doris Lessing

He had that York gift, didn't he?" he presses me. "Of making people love him? Like your father King Edward did? Like you have? It's a blessing, there's no real sense to it. It's just that some men have a charm, don't they? And then people follow them? People just follow them?" I — Philippa Gregory

These folk knew all about death. They killed their own livestock. They died from fevers, falls, or broken bones gone sour. Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didn't talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit.
Except for stories, of course. Tales of poisoned kings and duels and old wars were fine. They dressed death in foreign clothes and sent him far from your door. A chimney fire or the croup cough were terrifying. But Gibea's trial or the siege of Enfast, those were different. They were like prayers, like charms muttered late at night when you were walking alone in the dark. Stories were like ha'penny amulets you bought from a peddler, just in case. — Patrick Rothfuss