Hockey In Indian Horse Quotes & Sayings

It's so hard to find a director who, when you look at their body of work, you like everything. — Lorenzo Di Bonaventura

I must admit that the existence of Disneyland (which I know is real) proves that we are not living in Judaea in 50 AD ... Saint Paul would never go near Disneyland. Only children, tourists, and visiting Soviet high officials ever go to Disneyland. Saints do not. — Philip K. Dick

Her plain gray suit was like a thin coating of metal over a slender body against the spread of sun-flooded space and sky. Her posture had the lightness and unselfconscious precision of an arrogantly pure self-confidence. She was watching the work, her glance intent and purposeful, the glance of competence enjoying its own function. She looked as if this were her place, her moment and her world, she looked as if enjoyment were her natural state, her face was the living form of an active, living intelligence ... — Ayn Rand

If instantaneity is what we want, television cannot compete with cyberspace. — James Gleick

I'm not worried about dying. I consult with God, my maker. And I don't have a lot of problems to work out. I'm pretty squared anyway. — Elizabeth Taylor

What's the light of Heaven look like on earth? Like sunlight streaming through clouds in the tackiest garage sale painting you ever saw. Really, it's so beautiful it's embarrassing. No subtlety whatsoever. — Tad Williams

Birthday Soup is good to eat, but not as good as Birthday Cake. — Else Holmelund Minarik

A woman in a single state may be happy and may be miserable; but most happy, most miserable, these are epithets belonging to a wife. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge

There's nothing more powerful to a showrunner than a truly invested writer. — Vince Gilligan

Any industrial product that comes in per capita quanta beyond a given intensity exercises a radical monopoly over the satisfaction of a need. — Ivan Illich

What to think of other people? I ask myself this question each time I make a new acquaintance. So strange does it seem to me that we exist, and that we consent to exist. — Emile M. Cioran