Hypnotiq Quotes & Sayings

You'll have to ask Bill that, Sookie. And this is the only reason we're going? You're not cleverly using
this as an excuse to make out with me?"
"I'm not that clever, Eric."
"I think you deceive yourself, Sookie," Eric said with a brilliant smile. — Charlaine Harris

In 1945 J.A. Ratcliffe ... suggested that I [join his group at Cavendish Laboratory, Cambridge] to start an investigation of the radio emission from the Sun, which had recently been discovered accidentally with radar equipment ... [B]oth Ratcliffe and Sir Lawrence Bragg, then Cavendish Professor, gave enormous support and encouragement to me. Bragg's own work on X-ray crystallography involved techniques very similar to those we were developing for "aperture synthesis", and he always showed a delighted interest in the way our work progressed. — Martin Ryle

And Complicated Grief is a text that announces, from the start, in its citation of influence, dense intertextuality and hybridity, a failure of some apparent or usual protections, and a need to re-examine "identity" in the light of an acknowledgement of our entanglements and interdependence. — Laura Mullen

I like down-to-earth people. — Amos Lee

Girls are important: Remember that very few stories are of great interest without the rustle of a skirt. — Jill Lepore

Someday, my prince will come. — Snow White

It's a relationship like to a crusty Zen master, or something like that. And it is really like another entity because you cannot predict the answers. — Terence McKenna

I try to write songs just for the song itself. I don't try and think about where it's going to end up, that way you're writing for the good of the song. — Jon Foreman

Come to Me now with humble hearts. Because until you do this, you cannot benefit from My Mercy or receive the graces I long to provide you with. My Voice is calling out now to all non-believers to accept the existence of My Eternal Father. — Maria Divine Mercy

Climb up the ladder! Climb up the ladder! Are you stupid?! — CM Punk

She wondered if J.D. had polo ponies on his condoms. — Julie James

Like most scavengers, Sunil knew how he appeared to the people who frequented the airport: shoeless, unclean, pathetic. By winter's end, he had defended against this imagined contempt by developing a rangy, loose-hipped stride for exclusive use on Airport Road. It was the walk of a boy on his way to school, taking his time, eating air. His trash sack was empty on this first leg of his daily route, so it could be tucked under his arm or worn over his shoulders like a superhero cape. When Sister Paulette passed by in her chauffeured white van, it could be draped over his head. Sister Paulette-Toilet was how he thought of her now. He imagined her riding down Airport Road looking for children more promising than he. — Katherine Boo

Listen to you sounding all badass. I bet you're just listening to a CD called 'The Sounds of Crime' while you cruise for chicks outside the Old Navy in your Camaro. — Maggie Stiefvater