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Time, Eddie had decided during this period, was in large part created by external events. When a lot of interesting shit was happening, time seemed to go by fast. If you got stuck with nothing but the usual boring shit, it slowed down. And when everything stopped happening, time apparently quit altogether. Just packed up and went to Coney Island. Weird but true. — Stephen King

On stage you look much larger than you are. You can have subtle changes of timing; how you place a punch line in a joke or movement or emotion according to an audience. — Sylvester McCoy

Today, I went on to my neighbor's house and told them, "You will listen to great music whether you like it or not. — Bhavik Sarkhedi

We like nonfiction, and we live in fictitious times, — Michael Moore

Man is and remains an animal.Here a beast of prey, there a housepet, but always an animal. — Joseph Goebbels

I'm looking at you and it's him I want. — Mia Asher

Research shows that the climate of an organization influences an individual's contribution far more than the individual himself. — W. Edwards Deming

A ring? He reached to twist it, and Clary remembered Hodge in the library at the Institute, taking the ring from Jace's hand ... — Cassandra Clare

But when at long last he had got his head out over the side of the bed, in mid-air, he became afraid of continuing in this manner, for if he were to fall like that it would take a miracle for him not to sustain a head injury. And consciousness was the last thing he wanted to lose at the present time; he would rather stay in bed. — Franz Kafka

I think beating someone to death with a ukulele would just sound funny. — Dane Cook

If you spend any time with a man, you'll realize that we're all still little boys. — Paul Walker

I was also reminded of one of the unique charms of NYC in the summer: vast piles of rotting garbage piled on the sidewalks, with that sweet yet nauseating smell of decomposing groceries sitting in the humid fetid air, and rancid food juices oozing over the sticky sidewalks. With my windows open to counter the stuffiness, I could occasionally catch a whiff of the stench outside. People actually like living in this chaotic, fetid monument to incompetence? Beats me. — Andrew Sullivan