Szemek Quotes & Sayings

The beauty of a Tarantino film is that the visuals match the rhythm of the words. That's his goal. And that's my goal. — Robert Richardson

The only way the magic works is by hard work. But hard work can be fun. — Jim Henson

This series will be released under the author name Martin R Mortimer, in order to distinguish the Fantasy genre works from the Science Fiction works of M R Mortimer, although some of the existing SF would also appeal to a fantasy audience (such as "Shades of Farthrow.") The two will remain connected. The pen name change is for branding purposes, and to allow readers to easily distinguish between the two genres." - thecinderchronicles — Martin R Mortimer

Small wonder he refused to marry. Why buy a cow when there were udders all around begging to be milked? — George R R Martin

I'll tell you the same thing I told your father. We make mistakes. They don't make us. If they did, we'd all be royally fucked, especially a coupe of assholes like us."
I grin at his last remark, and finally find some words to say, even though I'm not sure I possess the conciliatory feelings to match my town. "You could learn a lot from an asshole."
Dugan smiles at that, and it's the first time I've ever seen him do it. "I guess so. — Jonathan Tropper

The raw afternoon is rawest, and the dense fog is densest, and the muddy streets are muddiest near that leaden-headed old obstruction, appropriate ornament for the threshold of a leaden-headed old corporation, Temple Bar. And hard by Temple Bar, in Lincoln's Inn Hall, at the very heart of the fog, sits the Lord High Chancellor in his High Court of Chancery. Never can there come fog too thick, never can there come mud and mire too deep, to assort with the groping and floundering condition which this High Court of Chancery, most pestilent of hoary sinners, holds this day in the sight of heaven and earth. On — Charles Dickens

He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares! — Emily Bronte