Genndy Primal Quotes & Sayings

Deceit is a tool of statecraft," Irulan agreed.
"There are limits to power, as those who put their hopes in a constitution always discover," Paul said. — Frank Herbert

There was a time in my recuperation and healing where I just had to tell myself it is just time to get up and live your life the way you want to live, — Tedy Bruschi

I don't want to be an old-man filmmaker, making old-man movies, and I don't want to be the one not to know when to leave the party. — Quentin Tarantino

Only a Perfect One who is always laughing at the word two can make you know of Love. — Hafez

I don't eat a lot of junk food anymore, but I sure remember it. I used to go through boxes of Little Debbies. I liked Star Crunch, and of course those oatmeal pies. — CeeLo Green

I've been a politician and so I'm sometimes cynical about what politicians won't do. When I hear a politician say something that makes no sense whatsoever, I think there's one of two things there: There's money or the promise of money. — Allan Boesak

Success requires strenuous effort, but it's a proven fact statistically that most people are as lazy as they dare to be and still get by. — James Van Fleet

For in this way Swann was kept in the state of painful agitation which had once before been effective in making his interest blossom into love, on the night when he had failed to find Odette at the Verdurins' and had haunted for her all evening. And he did not have (as I had, afterward, at Combray in my childhood) happy days in which to forget the sufferings that would return with the night. For his days, Swann must pass them without Odette; and as he told himself, now and then, to allow so pretty a woman to go out by herself in Paris was just as rash as to leave a case filled with jewels in the middle of the street. In this mood he would scowl furiously at the passers-by, as though they were so many pick-pockets. But their faces - a collective and formless mass - escaped the grasp of his imagination, and so failed to feed the flame of his jealousy. — Marcel Proust