Vithoulkas Level Quotes & Sayings

Humans are something very different from animals, and the numbers required to get cloning to work in animals are completely prohibitory with humans. — Christiane Nusslein-Volhard

Never try to copy a successful personality. — Bruce Lee

SONG OF DAWN
I saw the sun rise by accident.
It was a horrible sight.
Annoyed by its splendor, I sought refuge
in a moist pillow, and lay there, alone,
at the dawn of another day,
that brought me closer to another death,
pondering the vanity of my solitude,
the vanity of procrastination,
and the tiresome inevitability of waking up
again the same person.
It might still be possible to change,
but obstinately I remain the same,
hoping that others might take solace
in my consistency.
But perhaps they take no solace in it,
perhaps they too find it tedious. — John Tottenham

I'm stupid," Leo mumbled. "Pi would expand outward, because it's infinite."
He reversed the order of the numbers, starting in the center and working toward the edge. When he aligned the last ring, something inside the sphere clicked. The door swung open.
Leo beamed at his friends. "That, good people, is how we do things in Leo World. Come on in!"
"I hate Leo World," Frank muttered.
Hazel laughed. — Rick Riordan

To show don't tell and all that other writery crap. (Adopted-orphan smile, I mean, that's not bad, come on.) — Gillian Flynn

When I'm the one who sits down and looks at the blank page and writes it out all the way, then I'll call it my script. — Edward Norton

I'm not A color,I'm not A race or A number.I am A human being with thougnts and feelings. — Scott

I was singing when I was five years old. My sister and I both had the talent from mom and dad, and she was in opera and I was into pop and uh, rhythm and blues, anything, I was about a four octave singer. — Carl Gardner

The beat of two hearts becomes one when intertwined in a passionate kiss — Lisa Marbly-Warir

I'm not a truthiness fanatic, I'm truthiness's father. — Stephen Colbert

Momma's gonna buy you a mockingbird . . . Margo stirred and crawled to her mother, dragging one twisted leg behind her. Maddie followed. They huddled together, the three of them, pressed against the Plexiglas. — Ilona Andrews

Judge was in love. Michaels smelled so good; he inhaled his arousal, breathed in the intoxicating smell of his desire. His thick cock was right there next to his cheek, evidence of his longing leaving a sticky trail in his beard. Judge breathed on him for a while, let him know he was there; let him know pleasure was knocking at his door. He gave Michaels just the tip of his tongue first. Then a little more. Dragged the flat of his tongue along the thick veins in his shaft. "Come — A.E. Via