Urology Of Indiana Quotes & Sayings

Studios and networks who ignore either shift - whether the increasing sophistication of storytelling, or the constantly shifting sands of technological advancement - will be left behind, — Kevin Spacey

You ought to travel on your own path. — Lailah Gifty Akita

People love their causes they champion; they love their divisions and neatly packaged boxes of identity; for without them, they would be forced to look within, find themselves, set aside pettiness and face reality (that's quite frightening to most). As a result, they are like a lost ship at sea, forced to submit to the waves of society. — Dara Reidyr

I was raised doing martial arts. — Victor Webster

Forgiveness is the final form of love. — Reinhold Niebuhr

You're not dead. You're too goddamn annoying to be dead. — Lili St. Crow

I'm not her buddy. I'm her boyfriend, and I'll knock you the fuck out before you can scratch the paint. — Jamie McGuire

Trust is the easiest thing in the world to lose, and the hardest thing in the world to get back. — R. M. Williams

All men have heard of the Mormon Bible, but few except the "elect" have seen it, or, at least, taken the trouble to read it. I brought away a copy from Salt Lake. The book is a curiosity to me, it is such a pretentious affair, and yet so "slow," so sleepy; such an insipid mess of inspiration. It is chloroform in print. If Joseph Smith composed this book, the act was a miracle - keeping awake while he did it was, at any rate. — Mark Twain

Still, there was also was something reassuring about working for Commercial, almost hopeful. Like things that were lost could be found again. As we drove away, I always tried to imagine what it would be like to open your door to find something you had given up on. — Sarah Dessen

She was moved by a kind of commiseration ... a pity for that colorless existence which never uplifted its possessor beyond the region of blind contentment, in which no moment of anguish ever visited her soul, in which she would never have the taste of life's delirium. — Kate Chopin