Nuong Chieu Quotes

#1. Fucking NASA. In a horror movie, when everyone is hugging their shins and shouting for the main character to turn and run, or crawl under the bed, or call the cops, or grab a gun, NASA would be the dude in the back shouting, Go see what made that noise! And take a flashlight!

Hugh Howey

#2. A wanderer's repose or a sinner's reformation should never depend on a fellow-creature. Men and women die; philosophers falter in wisdom, and Christians in goodness: if any one you know has suffered and erred, let him look higher than his equals for strength to amend and solace to heal.

Charlotte Bronte

#3. I didn't have to do paper routes. I'd sing for 5 bucks a crack at weddings and church functions; I'd have four or five on some Saturdays.

Len Cariou

#4. Why had my life suddenly become a Nancy Drew mystery from hell?

Rachel Hawkins

#5. There was a man who I once knew,
for me there was no other.
The closer to loving me he grew,
the more he would grow further.
I tried to love him as his friend,
then to love him as his lover;
but he never loved me in the end
his heart was for another.

Lang Leav

#6. I still have my quickness, but I turn it on and off. I don't want to fail in anything I do and that's why I'm hard on myself.

Kenny Anderson

#7. Oh, God, I would love to go and do a play someplace.

Erika Slezak

#8. I have some pretty forceful ideas about the world - obviously I do. But I suppose I can only really speak about them from within the protection of a literary form.

Rachel Cusk

#9. Effective discipleship builds the church, not the other way around. We need to understand the church as the effect of discipleship and not the cause.

Mike Breen

#10. Time is limited and some opportunities never repeat themselves.

Belle De Jour

#11. Through the years I've found that I prefer live playing to recording. I still do lots of recording - but I treasure the live shows.

Tony Levin

#12. I fear it as little as to drink a cup of tea.

Ned Kelly

#13. Over the tops of it, beginning to dusk under a young white moon, trailed a wavering ghost of smoke, and at the end of it I came upon the Pocket Hunter making a dry camp in the friendly scrub.

Mary Hunter Austin