Lunk Quotes

#1. Grandfather : Death is nothing to be afraid of.
Renee : It's not death I'm afraid of.
Grandfather: What is it, then?
Renee : LIFE

Yvonne Wood

#2. Tom read, - "Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."
"Them's good words, enough," said the woman; "who says 'em?"
"The Lord," said Tom.
"I jest wish I know'd whar to find Him," said the woman.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

#3. I'm not saying that 'Twilight' is, you know, some brilliant Oscar-winner, it's not 'Dr. Zhivago.' It's not trying to be. Because it is a female fantasy. I would argue that it's actually a universal fantasy. Which is, the fantasy being to be loved and cherished for exactly who you are.

Melissa Rosenberg

#4. I just want somebody I can have a decent conversation with over dinner." - Tom Hanks, Sleepless in Seattle (1993) 11

Jenn Bennett

#5. Someday I'd love to do Shakespeare.

Christine Taylor

#6. Dinner Special - Turkey $2.35; Chicken or Beef $2.25; Children $2.00

Dave Barry

#7. I love you as the moon loves the night
to show her charm, beauty and magic of light.

Debasish Mridha

#8. Being in the studio is like painting, you know, you can really take your time, and try different things, and kind of go deep into it.

Rosanne Cash

#9. Fifteen years ago, this would have been insider trading, but that quaint concept had disappeared a decade or two ago when so many brokers were doing it that it was impossible to jail them all. Now it was called smart trading.

Max Barry

#10. Working on the themes I was interested in, through the context of a particular family, was a very economical way of dealing with a lot of the issues I was concerned with.

Atom Egoyan

#11. Dunk the lunk, thick as a castle wall.

George R R Martin

#12. Along with currency manipulation, the New Deal introduced to Americans the spectacle of Fascist dictation to business, labor, and agriculture.

Herbert Hoover

#13. The boys. The beef-witted featherbrained rattleskulled clod-pated dim-domed noodle-noggined sapheaded lunk-knobbed boys. How could anybody accuse her of stealing them? Why would anybody want them anyway?

William Goldman

#14. And what have I done?"
What? WHAT? ... You've stolen them."
With that, Cornelia fled, but Buttercup understood; she knew who "them" was.
The boys.
The beef-witted featherbrained rattledskulled clodpated dim-domed noodle-noggined sapheaded lunk-knobbed BOYS.

William Goldman

#15. If people do things for lunk-headed, backward-looking reasons, why wouldn't we also do things for significance-seeking, self-actualizing reasons? If we are predictably irrational - and we clearly are- why couldn't we also be predictably transcendent?

Daniel H. Pink

#16. Maybe it will be something exclusively for me, to remind myself that believing in ridiculous things isn't always so bad.

Aaron Starmer