Terry Downes Quotes & Sayings

I was in Woody Allen's Stardust Memories in 1980. It was only a bit part and I didn't get to speak but I felt that I was in a real movie and heading where I had always wanted to be. — Sharon Stone

The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits. — Albert Einstein

Animals are not just other species. They are other nations. And we murder them at our peril. The peace map is drawn on a menu. Peace is not just the absence of war. It is the presence of Justice. Justice must be blind to race, color, religion or species. If she is not blind, she will be a weapon of terror. — Philip Wollen

I sensed that women wanted to be a little different. My fluidity gave them a way of interpreting their bodies in a more personal, individual way. — Giorgio Armani

I'm in politics to make the lives of millions of Indians better. — Nandan Nilekani

I've always been a good kid. — Ashley Scott

I was a complete tomboy. I loved wandering out in storms or walking on the beaches in the dark. It was a very free upbringing, and I'm grateful to my parents for that. — Amanda Burton

Ahhh, darlin', the women won't even glance my way."
She squeezed. "If they do, they'll learn that I'm a damn good shot. — Carolyn Brown

I do not intend to tip-toe through life, but to arrive safely at death. — Christina Aguilera

Now y'all, cut it out. Brothers and sisters shouldn't act like this."
Sissy stared at her brother's mate. "Are you new to the neighborhood? — Shelly Laurenston

But the secrets of such a book are not perpetual. Once they are known, they become relegated to a lesser sphere, which is that of the knower. Having lost the prestige they once enjoyed, these former secrets now function as tools in the excavation of still deeper ones which, in turn, will suffer the same corrosive fate. And this is the fate of all the secrets of the universe. Eventually the seeker of a recondite knowledge may conclude - either through insight or sheer exhaustion - that this ruthless process is never-ending, that the mortification of one mystery after another has no terminus beyond that of the seeker's own extinction. And how many still remain susceptible to the search? How many pursue it to the end of their days with undying hope of some ultimate revelation? Better not to think in precise terms just how few the faithful are. — Thomas Ligotti