Medusa Girls Quotes & Sayings

I know that's not something that people like to do - identify a favorite. But I do. — Michael Graves

So I tried to get my shot with a 50mm and I did it - this is when we're shooting film, not digital. The guy that hired me looked through the pictures and was like, "Oh, this is pretty good. You did a good job." And I was like, "Yeah, I'm sorry. I only had a 50mm. My girlfriend rented the wrong lens ... " and he stopped looking at the pictures and he looked up at me and he said, "You shot this with a 50mm? You're hired." — Jeff Vespa

The paradigm of physics - with its interplay of data, theory and prediction - is the most powerful in science. — Geoffrey West

Making a million dollars is the simplest thing in the world. Just find a product that sells for $2,000 and that you can buy at a cost of $1,000, and sell a thousand of them. — Jerry Gillies

I am interested in you, Gretchen." When I still won't look at him, he presses his fingers against my jaw and gently turns my face. He is looking straight in my eyes when he says, "I'm interested in you."
His midnight blues burn with an intensity that almost makes me believe him. Makes me want to believe him. He knows just the right thing to say to mess with my mind. He always has. He leans closer, watching me. His lips are a breath away from mine.
This time I'm not buying it.
My knee connects with his soft spot and he doubles over, gasping for air.
"Find your own way home," I snap before turning and marching back to my car. — Tera Lynn Childs

In a lethal world, poetry is necessary for survival. — Mary Caroline Richards

If political authority is not limited, the division of powers, ordinarily the guarantee of freedom, becomes a danger and a scourge. — Benjamin Constant

The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said:
I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected. — Paulo Coelho

Even personal tastes are learned, in the matrix of a culture or a subculture in which we grow up, by very much the same kind of process by which we learn our common values. Purely personal tastes, indeed, can only survive in a culture which tolerates them, that is, which has a common value that private tastes of certain kinds should be allowed. — Kenneth E. Boulding