Megatsunami Pacific Northwest Quotes & Sayings

My whole problem is that my lips move when I think. — Bill Watterson

The sky over London was glorious, ochre and madder, as though a dozen tropic suns were simultaneously setting round the horizon ... Everywhere the shells sparkled like Christmas baubles. — Evelyn Waugh

I own a home in Sweden, I rent in both Los Angeles and in Britain, and I'm constantly travelling. — Britt Ekland

And that just shows you how important the car is in Formula One Racing. — Murray Walker

Roots can live without branches, although truncated; branches cannot live without roots. — David Novak

when people lack concrete plans to carry out, they use formal rules to assemble a portfolio of various options. — Peter Thiel

You know, sometimes I envy you. It must be nice to be a wolf. Just for a while." "It has its drawbacks." Like fleas, she thought, as they locked up the museum. And the food. And the constant nagging feeling that you should be wearing three bras at once. — Terry Pratchett

When I read, it is not acted literature; but what I write is written acting. — Karl Kraus

Memory is capricious. I can look back and see decadence, old bigots, the constant racial slurs, the bores, the wild cards, the bighearted, the family album of alcoholics, the saints, the old aunt propped in a chair saying only "da-da," the slow-motion suicides, but at four, six, ten, they loomed, powerful, not as types but as themselves. Among them, logic takes wing." (pg. 31) — Frances Mayes

You are perfect. To think anything less is as pointless as a river thinking that it's got too many curves or that it moves too slowly or that its rapids are too rapid. — Jen Sincero

Remember that poise and power are inseparably associated. The calm and balanced mind is the strong and great mind; the hurried and agitated mind is the weak one. — Wallace D. Wattles

I think I'm nervous to sign on to any job. — Jamie Campbell Bower

It was the Tower. The Dark Tower. It stood on the horizon of a vast plain the color of blood in the violent setting of a dying sun. He couldn't see the stairs which spiraled up and up and up within its brick shell, but he could see the windows which spiraled up along that staircase's way, and saw the ghosts of all the people he had ever known pass through them. Up and up they marched, and an arid wind brought him the sound of voices calling his name. — Stephen King

In the deaf community, in order to play a role of someone with a hearing loss ... you have to have hearing loss. — Katie Leclerc