Yong Le Quotes

#1. My mother keeps things in perspective for me. She makes me realize that the acting I do and love is no more important than what one of my brothers does-he works in a shoe repair shop. If my career ever tapers off, I'll go to college.

Dana Hill

#2. Every intellectual product must be judged from the point of view of the age and the people in which it was produced.

Walter Pater

#3. How can this 'I' be said to have any being other than as a pattern of movement in Heaven and Earth's unfolding union.

Douglas J. Penick

#4. People tell me all the time when they meet me, in comedy, they say 'You have that type like Sofia Vergara; you can be like her.' She's beautiful, but she can be ugly, too; she can make ugly faces. She doesn't care. She's very outgoing.

Lele Pons

#5. My wife hates the beard. When we dated, I would grow it out during duck season. She said she could handle anything for three months - but now I have it all the time.

Jase Robertson

#6. What are we doing? Are we talking? Are we having fun? Are we building, destroying, remembering, or forgetting love?

Antonia Perdu

#7. Illness reduces man to his basic state: a cloaca in which the chemical processes continue. The meaningless hegemony of the involuntary.

Paul Bowles

#8. The reticent volcano keeps
His never slumbering plan -
Confided are his projects pink
To no precarious man.

Emily Dickinson

#9. I get that you have a huge ego and probably don't want to admit you're a disgusting, shallow bastard, but don't hide behind a doctor's note.

Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

#10. She likes the calm before the day begins, this sensation that everyone she loves is sleeping nearby. It's so much easier to love them when they're asleep, after all. When

Nick Alexander

#11. A man must assume the moral burden of his own boredom.

Samuel Johnson

#12. I wait, for the household to assemble. Household: that is what we are. The Commander is the head of the household. The house is what he holds. To have and to hold, till death do us part.
The hold of a ship. Hollow.

Margaret Atwood