Svensen Quotes

#1. Falling in love is not a rational process. It can't be planned or avoided. It happens
for good or bad it simply happens. - Katrina Svensen

Suzanne Selfors

#2. We're on the same wavelength. We're connected that way, even if I'm away from her.

Haruki Murakami

#3. It's a very big collaborative effort to do an animated feature and to do a Broadway show.

Jonathan Freeman

#4. One ungrateful person does an injury to all needy people.

Publilius Syrus

#5. Prometheus, thief of light, giver of light, bound by the gods, must have been a book.

Mark Z. Danielewski

#6. NO HEARTBEAT, NO SERVICE.

Judd Trichter

#7. Let's face it: Most girls are annoying. I mean, most humans are annoying, so it's not specific to girls. Also, I don't really mean "annoying." I guess I mean that most humans like to try to fuck up your plans.

Jesse Andrews

#8. God is all that exists. Every stone, flower, tree, animal and human being are on a spiritual journey to recognize their true self, their divine essence.

Swami Dhyan Giten

#9. In the war between the humans and the robots, the humans had to win. Call me hopeful.

Dan Mangan

#10. Every dog has its day - and today is woof day! Today I just want to bark.

Ian Holloway

#11. Then he returned to Mabel and put his mouth to her ear. I'd never let anything happen to you. You know that, don't you?

Eowyn Ivey

#12. I hate pulling out ... I mean, I'm really bad at the whole parking thing ...

Josh Stern

#13. I love graduation speeches. I have always loved them; I will always love them.

Bruce Eric Kaplan

#14. As a dancer I had worked with really hard choreographers, Jerome Robbins being the toughest. And you learned what it is to hit against a brick wall. And you learned pretty quickly to go around the wall or say, "I can't take this job."

Joan Tewkesbury

#15. She looked up and ran her eyes over me,
slowly, while I stood and wondered why. Had she forgotten what I looked like? But she finished with a big smile. She really did like me, the idiot.

Jeff Lindsay

#16. All my writing is about the recognition that there is no single reality. But the beauty of it is that you nevertheless go on, walking towards utopia, which may not exist, on a bridge which might end before you reach the other side.

Marguerite Young