Tuskin Plaza Quotes & Sayings

When Tally glanced out at the glowing horizon, her eyes opened wide. She'd never seen dawn from outside the city before. Like most uglies, she was rarely up early enough, and in any case the horizon was always hidden behind the skyline of New Pretty Town. The sight of a real sunrise amazed her. A — Scott Westerfeld

What's been nice is that I've been able to direct from a very idealistic place. I've never had to make my living as a director, which gave me a chance to choose material I feel passionate about. The directing allows me to not have to grab any acting role that comes along. I can pick and choose a little bit. — Bill Paxton

A life without love is like a river without water. Dryness cracks the heart. — Debasish Mridha

Russian humor is to adapt or make some sense or nonsense out of the insanity of their lives. — Ian Frazier

'The Storms We Share' has been a project that I've been working on for so long. — Tyler Hilton

Husbands and wives, first be faithful to each other. Second, keep the romance going all of your life by courting each other every day. — Zig Ziglar

We have to build the Republic of Heaven where we are, because for us, there is no elsewhere. — Philip Pullman

Love is what fucks people up. Love is the undertow. — Robin York

I get stronger as the game goes on. — LaDainian Tomlinson

There are clear cases in which 'understanding' literally applies and clear cases in which it does not apply; and these two sorts of cases are all I need for this argument. — John Searle

Nobody cares about Michael Cole! — Edge

The librarian, whom I had never seen before, presided over the library like a watchdog, one of those poor dogs who are deliberately made vicious by being chained up and given little to eat; ot better, like the old, toothless cobra, pale because of centuries of darkness, who guards the king's treasure in the Jungle Book. Paglietta, poor woman, was little less than a lusus naturae: she was small, without breasts or hips, waxen, wilted, and monstrously myopic; she wore glasses so thick and concave that, looking at her head-on, her eyes, light blue, almost white, seemed very far away, stuck at the back of her cranium. She gave the impression of never having been young, although she was certainly not more than thirty, and of having been born there, in the shadows, in that vague odor of mildew and stale air. — Primo Levi