Steve Brule Quotes

#1. For me, I really love 'Tim and Eric' and 'Dr. Steve Brule' and a lot of the Adult Swim shows, so I like strange, weird, sometimes slightly upsetting humor.

Gillian Jacobs

#2. I smile and blush, and weave my way back through the dog room to the lobby and into the cat room, because when a boy with two kittens says he loves you, you do whatever you can to get to him as quickly as possible.

Lisa McMann

#3. Sociopaths don't have feelings; they can't.

Jeff Lindsay

#4. I cannot believe homosexuality is that much fun. Heterosexuality certainly is not.

Zadie Smith

#5. MARCUS ANDRONICUS: Now is a time to storm; why art thou still?
TITUS ANDRONICUS: Ha, ha, ha!
MARCUS ANDRONICUS: Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with this hour.
TITUS ANDRONICUS: Why, I have not another tear to shed:

William Shakespeare

#6. I love music of all kinds, but there's no greater music than the sound of my grandchildren laughing; my kids, too.

Sylvia Earle

#7. We don't look at what happens in our business in six-month periods.

Whitney MacMillan

#8. He laid his hands on her head, pushing back the hood. He began to speak. His voice was soft, and the words were in no tongue she had ever heard. The sound of them came into her heart like rain falling. She grew still to listen.

Ursula K. Le Guin

#9. One word 'love' has to do service for so many different kinds of the same animal.

Lawrence Durrell

#10. L'homme n'est ni ange ni be" te, et le malheur veut que qui veut faire l'ange fait la be" te. Man is neither angel nor beast.Unfortunately, he who wants to act the angel often acts the beast.

Blaise Pascal

#11. I want to sell tracks but at the same time I want to stay true to the music I like. This is why I love the underground scene because they can stay true to what they want to do.

Rahki

#12. From now onwards he must not only think right; he must feel right, dream right. And all the while he must keep his hatred locked up inside him like a ball of matter which was part of himself and yet unconnected with the rest of him, a kind of cyst.

George Orwell