Porthouse Performance Quotes & Sayings

And I suppose you know who Magnus' father is?" Luke said.
"I paid a lot of money once to find it out," Raphael said. — Cassandra Clare

The most important part of a story is the piece of it you don't know. — Barbara Kingsolver

Here's a Thanksgiving tip. Generally, your turkey is not cooked enough if it passes you the cranberry sauce. — Joan Rivers

I rested my forehead against the wall and closed my eyes. It wasn't just my curiosity, or my fascination with anatomy, or how I could unhesitatingly chop a rabbit's head off with an ax when a roomful of boys couldn't. Those things were all symptoms of the same sickness - a kind of madness inherited from my father. It was a dangerous pull in my gut drawing me toward the dark possibilities of science, toward the thin line between life and death, toward the animal impulses hidden behind a corset and a smile. — Megan Shepherd

The not-so-bookish librarian was half angel, half she-devil, so sayeth the rumor mill. — Ellen Hopkins

Waste brings woe, and sorrow hates despair. — Robert Greene

They say it is better to be poor and happy than rich and miserable, but how about a compromise like moderately rich and just moody? — Diana Princess Of Wales

So here we have purposeful practice in a nutshell: Get outside your comfort zone but do it in a focused way, with clear goals, a plan for reaching those goals, and a way to monitor your progress. Oh, and figure out a way to maintain your motivation. — Anders Ericsson

I secretly wanted to act. I also wanted be a toy designer and make puppets. — Kate Micucci

Clear your mind of whimsy — Maggie Stiefvater

Life is like a road.
With turnings and shortcuts.
Then one day ...
just ends. — Myself

I lose patience with long stories. I get people who go, "Crumb, do some long stories, do a graphic novel." Novel-schmovel. — Robert Crumb

Over. My. Rotting. Corpse. — C.L. Wilson

Camerado, this is no book,
Who touches this touches a man,
(Is it night? are we here together alone?)
It is I you hold and who holds you,
I spring from the pages into your arms - decease calls me forth. — Walt Whitman

When you listen to radio and hear the same 20 or 25 songs, you start hunting down your CD's. Waylon Jennings' records were always around to listen to. — Randy Houser