Pulp Fiction Famous Quotes & Sayings

The journey toward your Big Dream changes you. In fact, the journey itself is what prepares you to succeed at what you were born to do. — Bruce Wilkinson

Since I was a little boy, she had always wanted me to go. She was always sending me off on a bus someplace, to elementary school, to camp, to relatives in Kentucky, to college. She pushed me away from her just as she'd pushed my elder siblings away when we lived in New York, literally shoving them out the front door when they left for college. — James McBride

I want you to close your eyes and I'm going to feed you. — Anonymous

I am a socialist, so I am not worried about socialism. I am worried about dictators who are putting everyone into a socialist state for their own benefit. — Rirkrit Tiravanija

Ah, the magic of music, with it, all things are possible. — E.A. Bucchianeri

Love is kindled in a flame, and ardency is its life. Flame is the air which true Christian experience breathes. It feeds on fire; it can withstand anything rather than a feeble flame; but when the surrounding atmosphere is frigid or lukewarm, it dies, chilled and starved to its vitals. True prayer must be aflame. — Edward McKendree Bounds

Did I mention how much I've missed you? — R.S. Burnett

If spacious stillness is missing, the relationship will be dominated by the mind and can easily be taken over by problems and conflict. If stillness is there, it can contain anything. — Eckhart Tolle

So how's the putrid pile of caca doing? — Kate Carlisle

But the new guy is different, and the Acutes can see it, different from anybody been coming on this ward for the past ten years, different from anybody they ever met outside. He's just as vulnerable, maybe, but the Combine didn't get him. — Ken Kesey

When you start thinking you're a big shot, you wash more feet. — Andy Stanley

Her entire life, she'd been told sin was wrong, a black and white interpretation of what is evil and what is holy in the world - colored like a priest's robe and collar - but she never believed it to be true. Sin was colorful: scarlet like rose blood, azure like skin deprived oxygen, violet as bruises, jade as rot; a colorful contradiction to the darkness and blinding light all are taught sin and holiness to be. — Madi Merek

He didn't like it all that much when he first came - all the rubbish and the rush - but it was growing on him, it wasn't half bad. Coming to the city was like entering a tunnel, he said, and finding to your surprise that the light at the end didn't matter; sometimes in fact the tunnel made the light tolerable. — Colum McCann

American experience seems to suggest that people are virtually unlimited in their need to give themselves away, on various levels. Some just prefer to do it in secret. — David Foster Wallace

Peter Piper
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
why couldn't he use his kick-ass alliterative skillz
to write Spoken Word poetry? — Beryl Dov