Tiffanys Pizza Quotes & Sayings

Working with Terry Gilliam was magic - I've been watching his films since I was little. — Paloma Faith

Braeden had just become my own personal earthquake. Everything inside me felt rattled and shifted. The composition of my insides would never be the same again. — Cambria Hebert

I love to compare different time frames. Poetry can evoke the time of the subject. By a very careful choice of words you can evoke an era, completely throw the poem into a different time scale. — Robert Morgan

Great knowledge is universal. Small knowledge is limited. Great words are inspiring; small words are chatter. — Zhuangzi

Pornography is certainly more beautiful than eroticism. Eroticism is ugly. Eroticism is an ideology... there is nothing more boring than eroticism, it's worse than poetry, even. I say three cheers for pornography. — Pierre Guyotat

Oh , I do like you Merit.I like your ...Moxie. — Chloe Neill

of film had come to me! "That way when you're discharged, you might still be of some use. Not like the rest of these," he waved his hand at the ward, "these useless eaters. — Jeanne Moran

The justification for rap rock seems to be that if you take really bad rock and put really bad rap over it, the result is somehow good, provided the raps are barked by an overweight white guy with cropped hair and forearm tattoos. — John Jeremiah Sullivan

Innocence most often is a good fortune and not a virtue. — Anatole France

The only good Jap is one that's been dead six months. — Halsey

And if he left me of his own free will, then he should get ready for the bitch-slapping of his life. — L.J.Smith

Basketball paid for four years of my education, and I am so proud of that. — Ramon Rodriguez

Miss Hepplewhite looked pained.
"Miss Peck," she said at last, "a young lady should never, ever, under any circumstances whatsoever, run. Should you find yourself in a situation where you are at risk, it is always preferable to faint. — Jennifer L. Holm

People, who suffer from sadness and suddenly become happy, betray themselves: they stick to happiness, as if to hug, and strangle it out of jealousy. — Albert Camus

He had proved nothing, he had made no viable gesture of atonement, and he knew now that he probably never would. If he could have talked with Quint's ghost now he could only have said: "I'm sorry; there's nothing more I can do."
And Quint, he knew, would have said: "Right; you're absolutely right about that. ( ... )"
How then could he feel so good. What possible right did he have to be at peace with himself?
He didn't know. All he knew that day ( ... ) all he knew with any clarity was that he was nineteen years old, that the war was over, and that he was alive. — Richard Yates