Speiser 76ers Quotes & Sayings

I think comedy stems from being honest, often painfully so. I hope I can achieve that perspective in my own life and also have fun. — Tamsin Greig

Sex makes things messy."
"Messy is good."
"And according to you, so is greed and we won't even get a chance to be greedy if we're too preoccupied with sex."
"Believe me, you'll be greedy," he says lazily. "You'll have the greediest cunt around once I've gotten through to you."
My cheeks flame. Damn.
"You're speechless," he says after a beat.
I clear my throat a few times. "I'm trying to think of a witty comeback."
"Don't think so much then. — Karina Halle

There was a time when love was the law.
There was a time for the tooth and the claw,
Last rites given, no holds barred.
Heaven express on my credit card. — Jethro Tull

Do you think that I would not have let you know that, if you suffered, I was suffering too: that if you wept there were tears in my eyes also: and that if you lay in the house of bondage and were despised of men, I out of my griefs had built a house in which to dwell until your coming, a treasury in which all that man had denied to you would be laid up for your healing, one hundredfold in increase? — Oscar Wilde

We have actors from other films, from 'Baywatch,' and so on, and these people are looking exactly the opposite of what they are. The transformations were so smooth, and so funny to watch, it was unbelievable. — Joe Viterelli

No matter how far we travel, the memories will follow in the baggage car. — Jan Karon

When you accept yourself completely you do not have to maintain a phony front, drive yourself to 'achieve' or feel insecure if people tune-in to you and what you are doing. — Ken Keyes Jr.

The longer mathematics lives the more abstract - and therefore, possibly also the more practical - it becomes. — E. T. Bell

He considers it for a moment and spits out the seeds, which sprout, quickly, into tiny junkblossoms sizzling with recursive algorithms. The algorithms wriggle through thorny vines, veins of clotted pink juice. — Catherynne M Valente

It's okay if there isn't a God anymore, but I still want to respect something. I don't want to be the center of my own universe, — Chuck Palahniuk

I told you I set no limits on my love for you. I don't. Yet I have never expected you to offer me your body. It was the whole of your heart, all for myself, that I sought. Even though I've never had a right to it. For you gave it away ere ever you saw me. — Robin Hobb

I marvel at the resilience of the Jewish people. Their best characteristic is their desire to remember. No other people has such an obsession with memory. — Elie Wiesel

Shadow wanted to shake himself, the awkward boy that he once was, get him to hold her hand, talk to her, do something before she slipped away, as he knew that she would. But he could not touch himself, and he continued to read; and so his mother died while he sat in the chair next to her, reading a fat book. After that he had more or less stopped reading. You could not trust fiction. What good were books, if they couldn't protect you from something like that? — Neil Gaiman

Have you heard from his lordship lately?" I asked.
"Oh no! About six months ago I had indeed one little note, but I gave it to Macara by mistake, and really I don't know what became of it afterwards."
"Did Macara express hot sentiment of incipient jealousy on thus accidentally learning that you had not entirely dropped all correspondence with the noble Earl?"
"Yes. He said he thought the note was very civilly expressed, and wished me to answer it in terms equally polite."
"Good! And you did so?"
"Of course. I penned an elegant billet on a sheet of rose-tinted note-paper, and sealed it with a pretty green seal bearing the device of twin hearts consumed by the same flame. Some misunderstanding must have occurred, though, for in two or three days afterwards I received it back unopened and carefully enclosed in a cover. The direction was not in his lordship's hand-writing: Macara told me he thought it was the Countess's. — Charlotte Bronte

It's very hard to know who your readers are, but that's who I'm ... if I have somebody in my head, that's probably who it is. — Louis Menand