Stoffer Design Quotes & Sayings

A writer is hoisted up onto a pedestal only to scrutinize him more closely and conclude that it was a mistake to put him up there in the first place. — Simone De Beauvoir

Okay, now you really don't need to do that blushing virgin bit anymore - I got to ogle your body at my leisure for hours. Matter of fact, I had so long, I could have painted you, instead of just taking pictures with my sat-phone." He held up his phone with a wink.
"I loathe you," she said, precariously bending to collect her toiletries and clothes. As she headed for the bathroom, she gave him the evilest eye she could muster ... . — Kresley Cole

I study every quivering branch, every imposing soldier, every window I can count. My eyes are two professional pickpockets, stealing everything to store away in my mind. — Tahereh Mafi

The world belongs to optimists; the pessimists are only spectators. — Francois Guizot

I was acting when I was playing baseball. — Bob Uecker

When you are younger you get blamed for crimes you never committed and when you're older you begin to get credit for virtues you never possessed. It evens itself out. — Casey Stengel

As far as rock groups, I really like Stone Temple Pilots. As for classical composers, it's Bach. I love Paganini, too, the Italian composer who would break strings during a performance and finish playing on just one string. Someone I would have loved to play with is Jimi Hendrix. — Matt Schulze

The relational aspect of all things is the music that sets life and the universe dancing. — Dee Hock

True warfare in which large rival armies fight to the death is known only in man and in social insects. — Richard Dawkins

I'm just Phil from Rossendale. And now people are screaming for me 'cause I make YouTube videos - it's just crazy! — Phil Lester

It was snowing. In the lamplight, blades of ice were growing on the outside of the blue-tinged window-panes and the hoarfroast, like melted sugar, glittered on the gold-spangled bottle-glass of the windows. Absolute silence enveloped the little house as it slumbered in the shadows.
Des Esseintes let his mind wander ... Like some great hanging of reverse ermine, the sky rose before him, black and dappled with white. An icy wind gusted, intensifying the wild scudding of the snow, inverting the proportions of black and white. The heraldic hanging of the sky turned itself over, becoming true white ermine, itself dappled with black by the tiny patches of night strewn among the snowflakes. — Joris-Karl Huysmans

I do not want to give any orders to the airmen, but get hold of a Komsomol air unit, and say I want volunteers for the job. — Ivan Konev

There was a wall. It did not look important. It was built of uncut rocks roughly mortared. An adult could look right over it, and even a child could climb it. Where it crossed the roadway, instead of having a gate it degenerated into mere geometry, a line, an idea of boundary. But the idea was real. It was important. For seven generations there had been nothing in the world more important than that wall.
Like all walls it was ambiguous, two-faced. What was inside it and what was outside it depended upon which side of it you were on. — Ursula K. Le Guin

Sometimes the best lie was just the truth left to ripen on the branch too long. — Lou Berney

You dream as an actor's director of letting moments breathe through two-shots. — Edward Norton