Hornbeck Quotes & Sayings

As noted, naming a book after someone significant was a common way of honoring that person and reflecting his views. — Reza Aslan

Ninety percent of hockey is mental and the other half is physical. — Wayne Gretzky

Perfection belongs to the Gods; the most
we can hope for is excellence. — Carl Jung

The more externally chaotic the world becomes, the more we need sound internal logic, especially when it comes to our emotions. — Chip Conley

You don't want me, Nora. I'll fuck you, and when I'm done, I'll leave you. — Ilsa Madden-Mills

Our genomes are evolving and changing every single day. — Craig Venter

I think I'm always so much more happy with books and movies and stuff. I think I get more excited about well-done representations of life than life itself.
- Celine — Richard Linklater

This sort of, arrogant individualism which imagines each new generation can somehow create the world afresh. — Helen Fielding

One day someone is going to read my autobiography and say Wow, what a horror novel — M.F. Moonzajer

My eyes adored ya
Though I never laid a hand on you
My eyes adored ya
Like a million miles away from me you couldn't see how I adored ya
So close, so close and yet so far — Frankie Valli

Typology acknowledges the factuality of the past event and presupposes a genuine correspondence between the saving and judging activity of God in the past and the present. It is based not on superficial resemblances but on the consistency of the divine action within the frame of reference established by revelation. — Anonymous

Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination. — Marcel Proust

Most of the ancestors that I can trace were born here in the United States of America. And then it goes back to slavery. And I'm sure my ancestors go all the way back to Africa, but I feel more of an affinity for America than I do for Africa. I'm a black man in America. — Herman Cain

Or I would be the rain itself, wreathing over the island, mingling in the quiet of moist places, filling its pores with its saturated breaths. And I would be the wind, whispering through the tangled woods, running airy fingers over the island's face, tingling in the chill of concealed places, sighing secrets in the dawn. And I would be the light, flinging over the island, covering it with flash and shadow, shining on rocks and pools, softening to a touch in the glow of dusk. If I were the rain and wind and light, I would encircle the island like the sky surrounding earth, flood through it like a heart driven pulse, shine from inside it like a star in flames, burn away to blackness in the closed eyes of its night. There are so many ways I could love this island, if I were the rain. — Richard Nelson

Our great cultural error is to assume that 'truth' arrives only through reductive theories. — Siri Hustvedt