Lucasfilm Jobs Quotes & Sayings

two murders and a man named Junior Mace, who is now sitting on death row at Starke. — John Grisham

You look thirty. You act ... well, never mind. You're carrying on like you think you're seventy." Was I? I guess it was no secret I'd been unpleasantly startled to find myself suddenly hitting the big 4-0. You'd have thought the previous thirty-nine years were sufficient warning. I glanced at his profile. "Okay. Maybe I'm a little hung up on the age thing. You have to admit gay culture is youth-oriented. — Josh Lanyon

Even if there are billows of smoke, we can still see the sky, we can still see the ocean! IT AIN'T LIKE IT'S HELL HERE! DON'T ACT LIKE YOU ARE ABOUT TO DIE! — Eiichiro Oda

Wow. Look at the lines in your face, Missy. It's like your bitterness just dug in and stayed. — Shelly Laurenston

He who controls the heartland controls the world. — Conn Iggulden

It was so impossible to live life backward. — Maggie Stiefvater

Fear can fever a man's mind and give him queer thoughts. — George R R Martin

Roar to your own beat! — Janet Autherine

The civilized man is a larger mind but a more imperfect nature than the savage. — Margaret Fuller

There are no good sides, only a chance to gain enough power to be free of them all. — Heather Hamilton-Senter

We all learn to bury a broken heart beneath layers of dignity — Mary Balogh

The technology of the time dictated the way things looked. — Douglas Trumbull

A goodly soup, i'troth," he said, and he Trothed at the chicken, and Trothed at the waiter, and Trothed at both the waitresses (even the one who was not serving at the table at which they were sitting), and Trothed at the cheese, and Trothed at the furnishing of the dining-room (which met with his approval), and Trothed and Trothed and Trothed. — Patrick Hamilton

If your fund doesn't last for the long term, how can you invest for the long term? — John C. Bogle

New York City is the most fatally fascinating thing in America. She sits like a great witch at the gate of the country, showing her alluring white face, and hiding her crooked hands and feet under the folds of her wide garments,
constantly enticing thousands from far within, and tempting those who come from across the seas to go no farther. And all these become the victims of her caprice. Some she at once crushes beneath her cruel feet; others she condemns to a fate like that of galley slaves; a few she favors and fondles, riding them high on the bubbles of fortune; then with a sudden breath she blows the bubbles out and laughs mockingly as she watches them fall. — James Weldon Johnson