Microwave Justin Quotes & Sayings

Orange? Like Effie's hair?" I say.
"A bit more muted," he says. "More like sunset. — Suzanne Collins

Being real is being true to you. — David W. Earle

We walked out of this library building downtown, just on our way to lunch, and I was walking a few steps behind Travolta, and when he opened the door, it was as if Jesus had just walked out into the commons. — Peter Jacobson

I once had a dream about getting a marriage, house in the country, and at the end of the day we'd retire, but I'm never going to retire. — Ozzy Osbourne

Parenthood seems really rewarding ... like martyrdom, but without the glamour. — Dov Davidoff

In intimate conversation I am as supportive and positive as the next man, but gatherings of happy people make me miserable. I long to share in the collective joy, but instead I am racked with anxiety. — Joel Derfner

If Capitalism has a definition it includes, surely, the concept value for money. You do not spend any more than your have to; you go where labour is cheapest, resources most bountiful, rules most lax, governments most permissive. Yet you also pay an idiot a fortune for doing nothing, and it is hard to see why. And if he is a hereditary idiot, very hard to see why. — Bob Ellis

The single most important hindrance to world evangelization right now is the lack of total involvement by the body of Christ. — K.P. Yohannan

A company that cannot self-correct cannot thrive. — Carol S. Dweck

My optimism rests on my belief in the infinite possibilities of the individual to develop nonviolence. The more you develop it in your own being, the more it overwhelms your surroundings and by and by might oversweep the world. — M K Gandhi

Happy the man whom indulgent fortune allows to pay to virtue what he owes to nature, and to make a generous gift of what must otherwise be ravished from him by cruel necessity. — David Hume

I remember thinking, 'I'll audition just once and if it doesn't work out I'll never think about it ever again.' — Jared Harris

Special Agent Brad Wolgast hated Texas. He hated everything about it.
[ ... ] He hated the billboards and the freeways and the faceless subdivisions and the Texas flag, which flew over everything, always as big as a circus tent; he hated the giant pickup trucks everybody drove, no matter that gas was thirteen bucks a gallon and the world was slowly seaming itself to death like a package of peas in a microwave. He hated the boots and the belts and the way people talked, ya'll this and ya'll that, as if they spent the day ropin' and ridin', not cleaning teeth and selling insurance and doing the books, like people did everywhere. — Justin Cronin

Forgive me for saying so, Your Highness," Clarissa said slowly, "but for one as unaccustomed to good deeds as you, perhaps it would be best if you started with one on a smaller scale. Something like, I don't know, spreading bread crumbs for birds?"
"Birds?" Valentina stared at Clarissa as if she had sprouted wings and would fly off. "Why on earth would I wish to feed birds?"
"It was just a thought," Clarissa murmured. — Victoria Alexander