Mastini Della Quotes & Sayings

My earliest acting memory is making up a play for my mom and dad called The Lonesome Baby. I have no idea what The Lonesome Baby was about. I just remember the title. But I'm sure it was an epic. — Jane Horrocks

Have you ever noticed that the lawyer always smiles more than the client? — George Carlin

Sic Transit Gloria Mundi (Thus passes the glory of the world). — Thomas A Kempis

Sometimes you go into a film and you have no time to prepare and have to compress the details into a few days and then rely on the instinct and what happens when you're in a scene with other actors and that chemistry or not. — Sally Hawkins

What's gotten into you?" he wondered, blinking in sudden frustration.
"Not you, that's for a certainty. — Matt Tomerlin

Somewhere in the gluey Nyquil haze, the memory came of standing in the lake with Lise the week before, stomping their feet in the emerald thick of the water. On the shoreline were Skye's hard-jeaned boys with their disappearing tattoos. They whistled at Lise, fingers hooked in their mouths. Let's do it, Lise whispered in her ear, her tongue showing between her teeth. Let's go in. When she woke up, in the purple of four a.m., she could still hear Lise's voice in her ear, high as a little girl's. We went behind those tall bushes. He took my tights off first. It was so cold, but his hands - — Megan Abbott

Unity of minds, natural love and co-operation, are the qualities we have to develop today. Education is not for securing university degrees. — Sai Baba

The best thing I ever saw was a man who loved his wife. — Paul McCartney

With scientific advances, Congress must now make changes to reflect new therapeutic options. — Nathan Deal

Whether or not an utterance can be called law depends on how it is heard, not how it is meant. — William McDavid

I would not have gone to Philly if I really did not have my free agency right, if I did not have a case, period. — Terrell Owens

Soon there was only a tattered fragment of darkness, hanging in midair, the other side of the window. Fear caught my throat. The tattered fragment of darkness had a face. Looking at it, I understood the reason for my fear. The face was my own. — Elie Wiesel