Viterna Serbuk Quotes & Sayings

I'm not really a control person, and I'm a big believer in collaboration. I like to have a friend. — Kristen Schaal

The movie is not a thing which is taken by the camera; the movie is the reality of the movie moving from reality to the camera. — Jean-Luc Godard

I said once that you are like ice. And you are. Silver and perfect . . . glistening. And hard. You're so hard, Lark. I want you to be soft sometimes. I need you to let me in. — Amy Harmon

As I write, Johnny Rotten's first moments in "Anarchy in the U.K."-a rolling earthquake of a laugh, a buried shout, then hoary words somehow stripped of all claptrap and set down in the city streets-I AM AN ANTICHRIST-Remain as powerful as anything I know. Listening to the record today-listening to the way Johnny Rotten tears at his lines, and then hurls the pieces at the world; recalling the all-consuming smile he produced as he sang-my back stiffens; I pull away even as my scalp begins to sweat. — Greil Marcus

In my dreams of this city I am always lost. — Margaret Atwood

On the board was a list of words and phrases which her mother considered not suitable for use in college T-shirt design. She had been asked about them so often that in the end she had started a blacklist of banned words to which everyone could refer. Every time someone thought of a new one, she unflinchingly wrote it down ...
Rose read through the list, and turned back to her letter.
These are the words I learned to spell in Mummy's art class today, she wrote, and sighed a little as she began the tedious job of copying from the board. — Hilary McKay

But one never does form a just idea of anybody beforehand. One takes up a notion and runs away with it. — Jane Austen

I am the most curious of all to see what will be the next thing that I will do. — Jacques Lipchitz

It's not that marriage itself is bad; it's the people we marry who give it a bad name. — Terry McMillan

We all shed salty tears and shed red blood. All is one. — Thich Thien-An

She went to the window seat and sat there, sniffling, hating them all, and herself most of all. It was all her fault, everything bad that had happened. — George R R Martin