Warmed Milk Quotes & Sayings

Rollerball is an incoherent mess, a jumble of footage in search of plot, meaning, rhythm and sense. There are bright colors and quick movement on the screen, which we can watch as a visual pattern that, in entertainment value, falls somewhere between a kaleidoscope and a lava lamp. — Roger Ebert

The truly original artist invents his own signs. — Henri Matisse

The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. — Charlie Chaplin

Smartass Disciple: What were said for things before the time exist?
Master of Stupidity: No words to be said by no man at no time at all. — Toba Beta

Her lips are moving. I know she's trying to tell me something.
What it is? No clue.
"I don't even know what that means!"
She points her finger at me. And hops up and down. "Yes, you do! You're just purposely not seeing my point to drive me crazy."
No, I'm really not. Because judging from this conversation? She's already there.
And then a thought occurs to me. "Are you on the rag?"
Her mouth opens wide. And you might want to take a step back, because I think her head might actually explode. — Emma Chase

In this county, we had to walk, eat, sleep and love in fear. — Herta Muller

we all need reassurance and encouragement. We're human, and that's how we work — Richard Templar

Microresolutions focus on doing, not being. Being different follows, rather than precedes, deliberate action. — Caroline L. Arnold

The greatest and most momentous fact which
the history of the world records is the fact of-Christ's birth. — Charles Spurgeon

I told myself that historically when people do too well too quickly, they are a Greek tragedy waiting to happen. — Anne Lamott

No vice exists which does not pretend to be more or less like some virtue, and which does not take advantage of this assumed resemblance. — Jean De La Bruyere

You see, Noah got drunk this one time on the Ark, and he was a-layin on his bed, naked as a jaybird. Two of his sons wouldn't look at him, they just turned the other way and put a blanket over him. I don't know, it might've been a sheet. But Ham - he was the coon of the family - looked on his father in his nakedness, and God cursed him and all his race to be hewers of wood and drawers of water. So there it is. That's what's behind it. Genesis, chapter nine. You go on and look it up, Mr. Amberson. — Stephen King

Ink is the blood of the printing-press. — John Milton