Peter Weyland Quotes & Sayings

Large like the Beatles, ask all my peoples, never make movies, so don't talk sequels. — Pete Rock

I can write all the way through the morning, when my mind is clear, and there are no distractions. — Karen Thompson Walker

The most exquisite pleasure is giving pleasure to others. — Jean De La Bruyere

To treat programming scientifically, it must be possible to specify the required properties of programs precisely. Formality is certainly not an end in itself. The importance of formal specifications must ultimately rest in their utility -in whether or not they are used to improve the quality of software or to reduce the cost of producing and maintaining software. — Jim Horning

I'm drunk, Travis. It's the only excuse I have."
"You just want me to hold you until you fall asleep?"
I didn't answer.
He shifted to look straight into my eyes. "I should say no to prove a point," he said, his eyebrows pulling together. "But I would hate myself later if I said no and you never asked me again."
I nestled my cheek against his chest, and he tightened his arms, sighing. "You don't need an excuse, Pigeon. All you have to do is ask. — Jamie McGuire

The devil is more interesting than God. — Christopher Plummer

I've always believed a man is what he does, not what others say. — Renee Ahdieh

Are you like me? Do you give too much, too quickly? Do you throw yourself blindly at the world, thinking that it will always open its arms up to you? — Lang Leav

The whole of life did not consist in going to bed with a woman, he thought, returning to Scott and Balzac, to the English novel and the French novel. — Virginia Woolf

I like eating pepperoni. I heat it up in the microwave and then I let it roast and then I eat it with cheese. — Willow Smith

I've sold my records outta shopping carts on the street. — GG Allin

Everything is strange. Things are huge and very small. The stalks of flowers are thick as oak trees. Leaves are high as the domes of vast cathedrals. We are giants, lying here, who can make forests quiver. — Virginia Woolf