Karczewski Bradshaw Quotes & Sayings

When a subject pops into a director's head, you either fit in there somewhere, or you don't. An actor is only who he is. Especially as you get older, there's not as much of a range of potentially feasible parts. — Charlotte Rampling

Love is always changing and, unless we stay aware and change with it, it eludes us. — Leo Buscaglia

When did everything get so damn complicated?" "When your life became about more than just football." "You sound like Yoda." I grinned. "It's the beer. — Cambria Hebert

I think, certainly in the more civilized societies, women's roles are growing in power all of the time. — Sally Quinn

You know that's why mermaids swim around topless all the time, right? It's because their boobs are too big and all bras are C shells. — H.M. Ward

I always had the sense of being in the spotlight, being on stage, being looked at. — Vincent Cassel

Marriage feels like an industry with catering and really expensive bands. — Rashida Jones

Meek - free from the addiction to ordinary power - you can become a conduit of true divine power to the world. — Robert E. Barron

I kind of lived by the code of 'I'm going to be a hard-working guy.' And no matter how successful, there is something I can do better. That's kind of the drive I live on. — George Karl

Any movie that gets made and ends up in a position where people are coming to talk about it, it's not a small thing. — Tom Cavanagh

Graffiti is like building a career. And there is a dialogue with the other artists out there mostly fellow writers because a lot of people who don't paint just see a blur when they look at it. — KAWS

But as the scissors snip-snapped through her hair and the razor shaved the rest, she realized with a sudden awful panic that she could no longer recall anything from the past. I cannot remember, she whispered to herself. I cannot remember. She's been shorn of memory as brutally as she'd been shorn of her hair, without permission, without reason ... Gone, all gone, she thought again wildly, no longer even sure what was gone, what she was mourning. — Jane Yolen