Wiercik Quotes & Sayings

You can never lose time and get it back again. — Kevin Kruse

Xander, don't speak Latin in front of the books. — Joss Whedon

There is a difference when you work with actors who have worked on the stage. When we're out there in front of an audience eight times a week, you can't do it on your own. — Karen Allen

If someone said I had enough money and I could take six months off, I would run in an instant. — Lindsay Duncan

Why doesn't this story have a happy ending?" Jeffrey asked. "It seems like there should have been hugs and kittens for everyone, at that point. Everyone likes hugs and kittens. — Matthew Storm

We're human. We all occasionally wet ourselves. No one is really better than anyone else. We're just all trying to make it through the year as best we can. We screw up sometimes. We succeed sometimes. We laugh. We cry. We go on.
Those are the things we should really share with each other this holiday season, right, if we dare send a letter? We should share the truth. We should share the insanity. — Wade Rouse

I'm more interested in melodic things. I think the biggest challenge when you go to play a solo is trying to invent a melody on the spot. — Frank Zappa

The happiest people in the world are those who have a deep, gratitude-drenched relationship with Christ. — Randy Alcorn

Everything actual must also first have been possible, before having actual existence. — Albert Pike

Some of the higher price of L.A. real estate does reflect the intrinsic pleasure of living there, as I'm reminded every time I walk out my door into the perfect weather. — Virginia Postrel

It doesn't matter how many pairs of shoes you have, how many cars you have, etc ... It's all utterly meaningless and yet we continue to pursue this. Why? Because they've learned they can stimulate our primal desires through selling us products. — Russell Brand

Take my hand and we'll go riding through the sunshine from above. We'll find happiness together in the summer skies of love. — Ozzy Osbourne

Then the clouds opened and let down the rain like a waterfall. The water bounded from the mountain-top, tore leaves and branches from the trees, poured like a cold shower over the straggling heap on the sand. Presently the heap broke up and the figures broke away. Only the beast lay still, a few yards from the sea. Even in the rain they could see how small it was; and already its blood was staining the sand — William Golding