Scarletta Drops Quotes & Sayings

I think I could argue that the press has more impact on politics than corporations. — Eric Schmidt

I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is improbably biased toward consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it - or my observation of it - is temporary? — Anonymous

He screams like a girl if he has to watch a horror movie." Caleb
"Hey!" Nick
"Well, you do. I Tried to watch Child's Play and you ran off to hide during the opening credits. And then he had to go sleep with his mom in her bed for three days because he was so scared." Caleb
"Dude! You promised me you weren't going to tell anyone about that." Nick — Sherrilyn Kenyon

'The Moonstone' was all I could have hoped for. A mysterious, cursed jewel, wrested from India, only to be stolen later from a great British mansion. Enigmatic, dangerous priests who follow it across the ocean in hopes of wresting it back. — Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

My family was totally non-religious. There was no question we were Jewish, but we were not observant. — Elayne Boosler

And most importantly, my dearest Jemma, I want you to remember the good times for those are what will keep you alive when all else is lost. — Katlyn Charlesworth

Love fattens on smooth words. — Katharine Hepburn

When I was growing up, I did go to the arcade. We had a neighborhood arcade, and my friends and I would go fairly regularly. — Gene Luen Yang

I like to play with things a while before annihilation. — Max Von Sydow

But why would it matter? We aren't ... or ... uh ... weren't ... "
Which is it, Jess? "Aren't" or "weren't"? Present or past tense? Now or then?
"We haven't been talking to each other."
Past imperfect tense. How appropriate. — Megan McCafferty

You were a painting by Matisse, but you took sleeping pills. — Carole Maso

Hello my lovely, Hello my sweetheart.
Can you see me in the dark?
When you walk alone in the park.
Will you remember the smell of my touch?
Will you know the touch of my breath?
Will you see the pulse of my life?
When you feel the blade of my knife. — Daniel Dark