Unreliability Of Treatment Quotes & Sayings

Guys, we're so screwed. The women know we didn't go hunting. (Kyrian)
You think? What idiot came up with that lie? (Zarek)
I'm not an idiot. And it's not like I lied. I just omitted what exactly we were hunting and where we were doing it. (Talon)
Like your wives wouldn't know better? When was the last time Mr. Armani hunted something that didn't have a price tag on it? Oh, and the loafers and trousers are perfect camouflage. (Zarek) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

Gray hair is the glory of life. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Figuring out how to think about the problem. — Albert Einstein

I moved from New Zealand to Melbourne when I was 17. I'd planned to go to university to study French, but I was offered a contract to write and record an album that was too good to pass up. Looking back now I think that was pretty young but, at the time, I was ready to have an adventure. — Kimbra

Don't be afraid of the space between your dreams and reality. If you can dream it, you can make it so. — Belva Davis

My brother died of cancer two years ago (1998), renal cell carcinoma. He was my only real brother and I didn't know what to do. I'd never been so desperate in my life. — Quincy Jones

With bated breath we wait for the scent of perfection, accompanied by the freshness of love. — Saim .A. Cheeda

I never really thought of myself as depressed so much as paralyzed by hope. — Maria Bamford

Open books, not legs; blow minds, not guys. — Trish Jackson

These weren't cheap modern books; these were books bound in leather, and not just leather, but leather from clever cows who had given their lives for literature after a happy existence in the very best pastures. — Terry Pratchett

The whole question of evolution seems less momentous than it did, because, unlike the Victorians, we do not feel that to be descended from animals is degrading to human dignity. — George Orwell

Although the ending was more John Carpenter than John Updike, Carroll hadn't come across anything like it in any of the horror magazines, either, not lately. It was, for twenty-five pages, the almost completely naturalistic story of a woman being destroyed a little at a time by the steady wear of survivor's guilt. It concerned itself with tortured family relationships, shitty jobs, the struggle for money. Carroll had forgotten what it was like to come across the bread of everyday life in a short story. Most horror fiction didn't bother with anything except rare bleeding meat. ("Best New Horror") — Joe Hill

Dare to travel on your defined path. — Lailah Gifty Akita