Pulp Fiction Marsellus Wallace Quotes & Sayings

A Christian's celebration of Christmas should be a lot different from that of nonbelievers. — Monica Johnson

I can't really envision a time when I'm not shooting something. — Martin Scorsese

Genius simply cannot be reduced to a set of rules for anyone to follow. — Albert Einstein

It is on great occasions only, and after time has been given for cool and deliberate reflection, that the real voice of the people can be known. — George Washington

They can hear lies, he realized. But not thoughts. He could hide things, he didn't have to lie. Silence could be his shield. — Anthony Ryan

Every story is part of a whole, entire life, you know? Happy and sad and tragic and whatever, but an entire life. And books let you know them. — Sarah Ockler

He wasn't a gentleman and there was no telling what men would do when they weren't gentlemen. There was no standard to judge them by. — Margaret Mitchell

BACK IN SCHOOL, I loved ending stories that way. It's the perfect conclusion, isn't it? Billy went to school. He had a good day. Then he died. The end. It doesn't leave you hanging. It wraps everything up nice and neat. Except in my case, it didn't. Maybe you're thinking, Oh, Magnus, you didn't really die. Otherwise you couldn't be narrating this story. You just came close. Then you were miraculously rescued, blah, blah, blah. Nope. I actually died. One hundred percent: guts impaled, vital organs burned, head smacked into a frozen river from forty feet up, every bone in my body broken, lungs filled with ice water. The medical term for that is dead. Gee, Magnus, what did it feel like? It hurt. A lot. Thanks for asking. I — Rick Riordan

Your choice of armor was your intellect. — Alanis Morissette

The first stop on this crazy train is Kindergarten Junction, and nobody gets off until it pulls into Harvard Station. — Maria Semple

The winter drew on - a season as different from the summer in those northern latitudes, as if it belonged to another solar system. Cold and stormy, it is yet full of delight for all beings that can either romp, sleep, or think it through. — George MacDonald