Transformers 2 Bumblebee Quotes & Sayings

Death like style is the removal of rubbish. — Will Durant

Weapons come in an infinite variety of shapes and designs. Some look exactly like people. — Brian Herbert

On the speech day, the production designer, who has a lot of say in things, and sometimes I didn't agree with him but I had to do what I was told, wanted the speech day to be all in neutral colours for the women, which was a good thing. — Julie Harris

Railways are irresistible bazaars, snaking along perfectly level no matter what the landscape, improving your mood with speed, and never upsetting your drink. — Paul Theroux

The truth always matters, — David Baldacci

Satire must always accompany any free society. It is an absolute necessity. Even in the most repressive medieval kingdoms, they understood the need for the court jester, the one soul allowed to tell the truth through laughter, — Joe Randazzo

Great men are more distinguished by range and extent than by originality. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

I always say that death can be one of the greatest experiences ever. If you live each day of your life right, then you have nothing to fear. — Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

It takes an unusual man to make up a hymn in a hurry, but such a man was Captain Roberts. He knew every hymn in The Antique and Contemporary Hymn Book, and sang his way through them loudly and joyously when he was on watch, which had been one of the reasons for the mutiny. — Terry Pratchett

Yes I graduated from high school. Welfare. Temporary work, please. What is my problem? I want to eat. — Alexis De Veaux

But what answer? Well that the soul - for she was conscious of a movement in her of some creature beating its way about her and trying to escape which momentarily she called the soul - is by nature unmated, a widow bird; a bird perched aloof on that tree.
But then Bertram, putting his arm through hers in his familiar way, for he had known her all her life, remarked that they were not doing their duty and must go in.
At that moment, in some back street or public house, the usual terrible sexless, inarticulate voice rang out; a shriek, a cry. And the widow bird, startled, flew away, describing wider and wider circles until it became (what she called her soul) remote as a crow which has been startled up into the air by a stone thrown at it. — Virginia Woolf

Younger colleagues tended to draw untested self-confidence from their bonuses and prestigious degrees. — Ron Suskind