Hollibaugh Garbage Quotes & Sayings

As a believer involved in any premarital relationship, you must assume the other person does not belong to you - that he or she may ultimately belong to another. Until marriage vows are exchanged, there are no guarantees. You should operate as if you are getting to know another man's future wife or another woman's future husband. Treat them with the respect you hope someone is showing your future spouse, — Doug Rosenau

I do not fear that "future generations will not read novels," etc. It is probably a complete misunderstanding to conceive of serious art in categories of production, market, readers, supply and demand( ... )art is not the fabrication of stories for readers but a spiritual cohabitation, something so tense and so separate from science, even contradictory to it, that there can be no competition between them. If someone fine, dignified, prolific, brilliant (this is how one ought to speak of artists this is the language art demands) is born in the future, if someone unique and unrepeatable is born, a Bach, a Rembrandt, then he will win people over, charm and seduce them ... — Witold Gombrowicz

I just don't believe you're capable of being an actor unless you have a desire to experience your emotions in a public way. — Romola Garai

I always say, thank god I have this job or I don't know what I'd be doing. It'd be sad. I've always felt like I have been trying to brand a world for a quite a long time. You know what though, I feel no different. I feel like I'm doing the exact same thing I did in high school. Only I have more people helping me out now. And we have to take it all the way. — Zack Snyder

If you are unable to find the truth right where you are, where else do you expect to find it? — Dogen

Emily looked into his eyes. They were blank, unreadable. That was the worst kind of person, the scariest - the one who'd learned to keep his feelings out of his eyes. Or who didn't feel anything at all. Emily had known people like that; they were the destroyers. They took things - everything you worked for, all your silly dreams - and smashed them beneath their boots for no reason at all. — Lisa Unger

When the locked door opens, and there comes in a young woman, deadly pale, and with long fair hair, who glides to the fire, and sits down in the chair we have left there, wringing her hands. — Charles Dickens