The Incredibles Dash Quotes

#1. Well fuck me sideways 'til I cry

Sarah Monette

#2. Take long walks in stormy weather or through deep snows in the fields and woods, if you would keep your spirits up. Deal with brute nature. Be cold and hungry and weary.

Henry David Thoreau

#3. On a level, they might be perfect for one another, but it's a theoretical perfection only, compromised by timing. Their bests passed one another on the way to here, and now exist epochs apart.

Billy O'Callaghan

#4. My red skirt is hitched up to my waist, though no higher. Below it the Commander is fucking. What he is fucking is the lower part of my body.

Margaret Atwood

#5. The God who had thrust him through in the darkness with probings of dread and shame was the same God who now held out the sword and shield.

Elizabeth Goudge

#6. My experience on 'The West Wing' was, I think, now rare in that I was pretty young, and I walked into this environment where Aaron Sorkin was giving me a script every week, and Thomas Schlamme and John Wells were keeping the studio off my back, at least as best as they could.

Alex Graves

#7. Trade is much superior to piracy. You can rob and kill a man but once, but you can cheat him again and again.

Louis L'Amour

#8. Hatred eats the soul of the hater, not the hated.

Alice Herz-Sommer

#9. I dress women the way I see them and the way I envision them from day one, thus my customer knows that what she is looking for she will get.

Rachel Roy

#10. At a certain moment the canvas began to appear to one American painter after another as an arena in which to act-rather than as a space in which to reproduce, re-design, analyze or express an object, actual or imagined. What was to go on the canvas was not a picture but an event.

Harold Rosenberg

#11. Life's for the living, so live it, or you're better off dead.

Passenger

#12. I wish to avenge myself against the One who rules above.

Karl Marx

#13. It is strange to hear my words
Read back to me.
I don't think I wrote them
To have them ever leave the page.
I think I only write
What happens across my brain
When my feet are too weary
To dance anymore.

Stasia Ward Kehoe