Jacobdecker Quotes & Sayings

Making movies was more a reaction to not being chosen for sports. Other kids were out there playing at whatever; I was off making something blow up and filming it, or making a mould of my sister's head using alginating plaster. — J.J. Abrams

My idealism is clearly one reason I'm an artist. I see art as one of mankind's more sublime acts, as a vital counterbalance to our base impulses . — Richard Schmid

Wit is a dangerous talent in friendship. — Ninon De L'Enclos

I haven't reached nirvana yet, but I've been to Detroit. — David Letterman

Something Zachariah told me filled my mind and excited my heart: "A Sailor," he said, "chooses the wind that takes the ship from safe port ... but winds have a mind of their home. — Avi

I enjoyed so much working with the guys from Wilco, and riffing off of them, and having someone come up to me with ideas, because normally in the studio it's me who has to come up with all the ideas. — Billy Bragg

God. He could even dive perfectly.
In jeans.
Or maybe it was perfect because it was hot and he was doing it in jeans.
Or maybe it was just hot because he was joining me. — Kristen Ashley

That sculpture is more admirable than painting for the reason that it contains relief and painting does not is completely false ... Rather, how much more admirable the painting must be considered, if having no relief at all, it appears to have as much as sculpture! — Galileo Galilei

Jabbo and Bungalow came in out of the weather in a bathless reek of cold wool and splo whiskey. — Cormac McCarthy

The structure of apartheid is still rooted in the Haitian society. When you have apartheid, you don't see those behind the walls. That is the reality of Haiti. — Jean-Bertrand Aristide

My sense of direction would be the death of me. Metaphorically, at least. — Tara Hudson

Our culture encourages us to pursue pleasure at all costs, to look for what will please us in the present and not to think about the price we might pay in the future if we do not delay gratification. — Anonymous

She was shaking. Her hands, her knees and everywhere in between. And kisses did not make her shake.And she didn't kiss men she didn't like. She didn't kiss men in uniforms who had a fetish for order and cleanliness.
She didn't yell at people, either, but right now the yelling was lower on her list of sins than the kissing.
"What did you ... I don't even ... I'm going to go."
She turned, her shoulders stiff, her heart hammering in her ears.
"If I'd known a kiss would have gotten rid of you, I would have kissed you the moment I saw your car sitting on the side of the road."
Oh. That. Did it.
She whirled back around, anger gaining traction in her again. "Well, sure, your kiss got rid of me. Congratulations. Now who's going to help you get rid of the hard-on it gave you? Your right hand? — Maisey Yates