We're The Millers Kenny Quotes & Sayings

Ideas are like wandering sons. They show up when you least expect them. — Bernard Williams

My memory of that day is like television itself, sharp and clear but unreliable. — Wally Lamb

If you rewrite a paragraph fifty times and forty-nine of them are terrible, that's fine; you only need to get it right once. — Tana French

A mother is God's deputy on earth. — Rahel Varnhagen

There was only one reality, and Christ was Lord over all of it, or none. — Eric Metaxas

Now I can say loudly and openly what I have been saying to myself on my knees. — Duke Ellington

I like to think we were man and wife. Life itself can be sacramental. The supposition was that we would be leaving the Garden of Eden together, and would cleave to one another in the wilderness through thick and think. — Kurt Vonnegut

Some women just make you want to know what makes them tick. Others make you wonder what happens when the ticking stops. — Michael Makai

Sometimes I suspect that we build our traps ourselves, then we back into them, pretending amazement the while. That is the way of life, from the All-Highest down to the meanest creature in creation ... But whether this is the case or no, it is still a worthy thing to open cages. It is still a virtuous act to free the imprisoned. — Neil Gaiman

He doesn't say what he thinks of my paintings, but I know anyway. He thinks they are irrelevant. In his mind, what I paint is lumped in with the women who paint flowers. Lumped is the word. The present tense is moving forward, discarding concept after concept, and I am off to the side somewhere, fiddling with egg tempera and flat surfaces, as if the twentieth century has never happened.
There is freedom in this: because it doesn't matter what I do, I can do what I like — Margaret Atwood

The most intoxicating thing about being an actor is to surrender to a story that you never would have come up with. — Brit Marling

Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts! Unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top full
Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry Hold, hold! — William Shakespeare