Pameijer Colette Quotes

#1. Whenever you read interviews with actors, they always seem to be given three months to do something - get fat, get skinny, learn card tricks.

Sam Riley

#2. I die the kings good servant, but God's first.

Thomas More

#3. But, Jill, if a thing is sinful on Sunday, it is sinful on Friday - at least it groks that way to an outsider, myself - or perhaps to a man from Mars.

Robert A. Heinlein

#4. If you wait on luck, you will wait for an eternity.

Matshona Dhliwayo

#5. The show I'm obsessed with watching is 'Say Yes to the Dress!' Because I love the whole makeover idea, and I'm a sap for love, of course.

Olivia Culpo

#6. I'm Popeye the sailor man dum dum I live in a cara-van dum dum I op-en the door And fall-on the floor I'm Popeye the sailor man dum dum

Arundhati Roy

#7. Those who would transform a nation or the world cannot do so by breeding and captaining discontent or by demonstrating the reasonableness and desirability of the intended changes or by coercing people into a new way of life. They must know how to kindle and fan an extravagant hope.

Eric Hoffer

#8. My problem is I don't have this incredible, hip image. I'm not some flamboyant or gorgeous-looking guy who's going to sell records based on his image.

Dan Hill

#9. Maybe we should wait ... wait for him to kill another five or six, huh?

Darren Shan

#10. So that I would have hesitated to exclaim, with my finger up my arse-hole for example, Jesus Christ, it's much worse than yesterday, I can hardly believe it is the same hole.

Samuel Beckett

#11. A little girl robbed you?" Tessa said.
"Actually, she wasn't a little girl at all, as it turns out, but a midget in a dress with a penchant for violence, who goes by the name of Six-Fingered Nigel."
"Easy mistake to make," Jem said.

Cassandra Clare

#12. They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning we will remember them.

Laurence Binyon

#13. Were we all, the whole upper crust of Russian society, so totally insensitive, so horribly obtuse, as not to feel that the charmed life that we were leading was in itself an injustice and hence could not possibly last?

Nicolas Nabokov