Sirloin Steak Quotes

#1. The dead center of existence: when it is all the same to you whether you read a newspaper article or think about God.

Emil Cioran

#2. It's as though when you order a sirloin steak, it comes with a side of maggots,

Gene Weingarten

#3. It's very odd ... that some values should have this peculiarity of shrinking. You never hear of values in a picture shrinking; but rents, stocks, real estate
all those values shrink abominably.

William Dean Howells

#4. I've always been obsessed with style and glamor and if I want anyone to get anything out of my book, it's how we can all have them in our lives.

Rachel Zoe

#5. Too often I find that the volume of paper expands to fill the available briefcases.

Jerry Brown

#6. The priest was bribed; in addition to that, we appealed to his sense of compassion. Everyone likes to think they are doing good while at the same time pocketing a bag of cash, and our priest was no exception.

Margaret Atwood

#7. The only thing he likes better than a nice juicy homicide is a sirloin steak smothered with onions.

Richard Brautigan

#8. The past is over ... forget it. The future holds hope ... reach for it.

Charles R. Swindoll

#9. Great fiction tells unknown truths. Great film goes further. Great film improves Truth. After all, what Truth ever made $40 million in its first weekend of wide release? What Truth sold in forty foreign territories in six hours? Who's lining up to see a sequel to Truth?

Jess Walter

#10. You could only anticipate certain scenarios and prepare to deal with each. Success came to those who best reacted as the unexpected occurred in discordance with those plans.

Alex Albrinck

#11. An enterprise's most vital assets lie in its design and other creative capabilities.

Lee Kun-hee

#12. Embrace what makes you awkward. We all should.

R.K. Ryals

#13. resembling in his spectacles and nothing else (from the waist down the table concealed him; anyone entering the room would have taken him to be stark naked) a baroque effigy created out of colored cake dough by someone with a faintly nightmarish affinity for the perverse,

William Faulkner