Truhanes Quotes & Sayings

But, along with the street lamp, everything breathes deceit. It lies all the time, this Nevsky Prospect, but most of all at the time when night heaves its dense mass upon it and sets off the white and pale yellow walls of the houses, when the whole city turns into a rumbling and brilliance, myriads of carriages tumble from the bridges, postillions shout and bounce on their horses, and the devil himself lights the lamps only so as to show everything not as it really looks. — Nikolai Gogol

The best things arrive on time. — Dorothy Gilman

The shit is *not* the shit (this was Mo's mantra,) the *pigeon* is the shit. — Zadie Smith

Books are like ice cream; there is a flavor for everyone! — K. Lamb

We do not feel as if we were producing the dreams, it is rather as if the dreams came to us. They are not subject to our control but obey their own laws. — Carl Jung

The only thing a whirlwind courtship does is blow dust in everyone's eyes. — Jilly Cooper

As you keep shooting the ball, you become a better basketball player. — Raekwon

I've been acting for a long time, and I've done a lot of things, and I've been maintaining my anonymity pretty well. I get recognized once a week, at most, here and there, so I'm reluctant to give that up. — Denis O'Hare

Elizabeth Taylor has more chins than the Chinese telephone directory. — Joan Rivers

Honor without power was a useless decoration and power without honor was the simple flexing of muscle — H.J. Brues

When you're a comedic actor and you're used to just getting laughs, it's kind of scary to go serious, even for a second. — Megyn Price

I was a librarian. — Beverly Cleary

Mister MacKeltar, Drustan corrected for the umpteenth time, with a this-is-really-wearing-thin-but-I'm-determined-to-be-patient smile. No matter how many times he told Farley that he was not a laird, that he was simply Mr. MacKeltar, that it was Christopher (his modern-day descendant who lived up the road in the oldest castle on the land) who was actually laird, Farley refused to hear it. The eighty-something-year-old butler, who insisted he was sixty-two and who had obviously never before buttled in his life until the day he'd arrived on their doorstep, was determined to be a butler to a lord. Period. And he wasn't about to let Drustan interfere with that aspiration. — Karen Marie Moning

The past was erased, the erasure was forgotten, the lie became the truth. — George Orwell