Vancelette Inc Quotes & Sayings

Is there not too much tension in the world at present, and might it not be better if more people were slackers? — James Hilton

What's happened has happened, so what can we do to make it better for tomorrow and the day after? That's why we're here. — Ian Botham

I think we are warranted in contending that a society thus constituted, and which may be rendered so admirable an engine of improvement, far from meriting reproach, deserves highly of the community. — Theodore Roosevelt

You can do anything. Put stuff on YouTube. You can create your own media, which you couldn't do not so long ago. — Marisa Coughlan

If you fail at something, it means you have not mastered the art. With persistence practice, you will be master and eventually succeed. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Each time that I have run away - and from a habit it quickly became an illness - I have betrayed someone. Myself, but not always only myself. — Storm Jameson

Touring gets really lonely. — Kelly Osbourne

I'm very gullible when it comes to my own words. I believe everything I say, though I know I am a liar. — Roger Zelazny

My kids enjoy the Disney program, Lizzy McGuire. — Sela Ward

When happy, be kind. When angry, be kind. When hopeful, be kind. When discouraged, be kind. When ever, be kind. — Cory Booker

Sometimes people misunderstand being scared and cautious. The former is when you are intimidated into the state of anxiety and confusion, while the later is when you acknowledge a risk but undoubtedly expecting positive outcome. — Uzoma Nnadi

I can't worry about something I can't change. — Lee Child

I have for many years been puzzled by the persistence of Hugh Hefner. Why is he still here? — Nora Ephron

We have many responsibilities, and one cannot expect the full blessings of a kind Providence if he neglects any major duty. A man has duties to his church, his home, his country, and his profession or job. — Ezra Taft Benson

She remembers blood.
A fine mist which goes deep into her lungs, over her skin and through the air. She remembers a desert at dusk. The sky indigo blue and the fire bright, so bright that she can see everything. Near the fire, in the night, all she knows is chaos wrapped in crimson. All is death and nightmare with a single solitary dancer who smiles cruelly as he moves. He is power and darkness. He is man and beast, silver coin eyes and that face, those claws and the agony of loss.
Time stretches wide; seconds like vast eons swallow up her world. Vince is dead, his mother, his brother and her small son ripped apart and gushing as he/it moves. She is screaming, a howl of agony beyond words, primal and wordless. Still he moves, faster than air, faster than she could ever be. Blood drips from her face as she grunts, running with her lungs on fire and her last remaining hope wrapped in her arms. — Amanda M. Lyons