Pseudepigraphically Quotes & Sayings

The glory of 70mm is the sharpness of the image it offers. — Kenneth Branagh

There's a part of you, Gemma, that's so fucking sweet, and I want to steal that part of you, even though I know I shouldn't. — Ella Frank

I love the scent of burnt flesh in the morning. — Sgt. Slaughter

I thought for sure she was gone. But there was a little bit left in her, wasn't there? Just enough. — Lauren DeStefano

Honest men cannot be expected to anticipate the actions of scoundrels. — Mary Street

Marks of Identity is, among other things, the expression of the process of alienation in a contemporary intellectual with respect to his own country. — Juan Goytisolo

If the mind could cease measuring itself against the hero, the perfect, the glorious and all that, it would be what it is. — Jiddu Krishnamurti

Her mother had come a week after the baby died, the only time Annie had seen her since she'd left Kansas. Her hair gone white, her dress starched stiff, her small hands as dry as paper. Annie had wanted her mother to make it better. What she got was "God decides what's right for us" and a butter cake she'd packed from home, made by someone in the congregation. Maybe something truthful, some real emotion from her mother, might have been a small bridge Annie could have crossed. But hers had been a family of hidden feelings, held tongues. "Life is so hard out here," her mother had said, unable to wipe the sigh from her voice, the disapproval, as if the Panhandle - Annie's choice - was somehow to blame for the baby's death. Annie had been too grief-tired to get angry, but she had had the thought, when she looked at her mother's stolid face, that she would probably never see her — Rae Meadows