Wilfred Morillo Quotes & Sayings

By the late twentieth century, our time, a mythic time, we are all chimeras, theorized and fabricated hybrids of machine and organism; in short, we are cyborgs. — Donna J. Haraway

We live in rooms too much, I say. We think too much in rooms. We make love too much in rooms. We despair too much in rooms. Can you despair in the open? — Erich Maria Remarque

I don't watch dailies. I don't pretend not to read reviews, I just don't. I wait for it to come on the air, just like everybody else. — Jeff Daniels

Passion is the soul of youth. — Kedar Joshi

Winners live in the present tense. People who come up short are consumed with future or past. I want to be living in the now. — Alex Rodriguez

Alice would give anything, anything at all, to be lying in bed with Nick, waiting for a cup of tea. Maybe he got sick of making her cups of tea? Was that it? Had she taken him for granted? Who did she think she was, some sort of princess, lying in bed waiting for cups of tea to be delivered. — Liane Moriarty

I'm really very sorry, but it is not my fault. People are so annoying. All my pianists look exactly like poets, and all my poets look exactly like pianists — Oscar Wilde

In other days people chose a church on the basis of their doctrinal convictions. Now, lacking doctrinal convictions, they choose for social reasons. — Vance Havner

I sort of have the belief that you work being your character out while you're working on it, or that's been my experience so far. I throw myself into it 100% and try to live in that world, and then when it's over, just sort of be able to leave it behind. — Jonathan Groff

Ugliness is a letter of credit for some special purposes. — Lord Chesterfield

Nothing's worse than a story without an end. — Samantha Shannon

Instead of waiting for the right moment, BE the right moment. You won't be ready for anything if you aren't ready to be you. — Kaiden Blake

I remember, I remember how my childhood fleeted by. The mirth of its December, and the warmth of its July. — Winthrop Mackworth Praed