Saturday Pics And Quotes & Sayings

Do you know where Lakri is right now?" I asked Ingra as we headed inside the wall to our usual spot — Charon Lloyd-Roberts

A life lived unexplored is a life not worth living. — Kirk Hammett

The world, finally, tries to rob us in lots of ways. I like poems to do a bit of taking back for us. — Terry Blackhawk

A tall man, thin and pale, with high nose and teeth so white, and eyes that seem to be burning. That he be all in black, except that he have a hat of straw which suit not him or the time. — Bram Stoker

I think my being such a nomad let me into acting. I was always having to create a new image whenever we moved. — Aidan Quinn

I can't get away from that feeling. That need to know. It's there every day like a bruise that doesn't heal. — Joe Hart

It used to be that people would watch TV shows because they knew the characters would stay the same. Whether it's Archie Bunker or it's Thomas Magnum you watch it because it's like, 'I'm comfortable, this is the same guy.' — Bryan Cranston

If in large part we were concerned only with making it through another day without getting laid off, there was a smaller part just hoping to leave for the night without contributing to someone's lifetime of hurt. — Joshua Ferris

I didn't turn with the enemy pilots as a rule. I might make one turn to see what the situation was but not often. It was too risky. — John C. Meyer

I remember that my mom, my dad and I would play different roles in mock debates, where one of us would be the moderator, one of us would be my dad - frequently not my dad - and then one of us would play his opponent. — Chelsea Clinton

Rigorous extrapolation, a gosh-wow love of gadgets, and mystical adventures in strange and mysterious places; every major stream in speculative fiction today can be traced back to authors who were writing before the publishing categories existed. From among the readers in the twenties and thirties who loved any or all of these authors arose the first generation of "science fiction writers", who knew themselves to be continuing in a trail that had been blazed by giants. — Orson Scott Card