I am writing this book so the doers, the drivers, and the hard workers out there will have a Step-By-Step ultra-practical guide that will teach the specific action steps one must take to start and grow a successful business. If you take action and do...
You have volition. You can make changes to your work. You have a say over your artistic output. You have the ability to exercise your will. Hanging around waiting for someone else's approval takes you out of the driver's seat and causes you to mistru...
Bearded Redneck: You're Shannon's buddy right? We met last year. You drove me and my brother back from Palm Springs. We hired another wheelman. I spent six months in jail. My brother, he got himself killed. I got this sweet job coming up. Driver: How...
Driver: If I drive for you, you get your money. You tell me where we start, where we're going, where we're going afterwards. I give you five minutes when we get there. Anything happens in that five minutes and I'm yours. No matter what. Anything a mi...
[Rambo takes over an Army truck] Rambo: Drive! [Army driver glances at him] Rambo: Don't look at me, look at the road! That's how accidents happen. Rambo: [beat] What's your name? Guardsman #3: Cathcart, Robert A. Rambo: What have you got in the back...
Lt. Aldo Raine: [Aldo shoots Hans' driver Hermann, and gives Utivich a knife] Scalp Hermann. Col. Hans Landa: Are you mad? What have you done? I made a deal with your general for that man's life! Lt. Aldo Raine: Yeah, they made that deal, but they do...
Charlie: What's it going to be Ray? What's it going to be? Raymond: This is a very dangerous highway. Charlie: How am I going to get to LA? Raymond: Course driving your car on this interstate is very dangerous. Charlie: You want to get off the highwa...
Dolores: I remember wrenching the steering wheel to the right and slapping my foot against the brake petal. I wasn't the driver anymore. The bus was like this huge wave about to break over us. Bear Otto, the Lambston kids, the Hamiltons, the Prescott...
Sport: Well, take it or leave it. If you want to save yourself some money, don't fuck her. Cause you'll be back here every night for some more. Man, she's twelve and a half years old. You never had no pussy like that. You can do anything you want wit...
[first lines] [a telephone rings loudly] Personnel Officer: [to the dispatcher] Harry, answer that. [to Travis] Personnel Officer: So whaddya want to hack for, Bickle? Travis Bickle: I can't sleep nights. Personnel Officer: There's porno theaters for...
Miriam Hart: No girls like her, she is distant, and basically the only people that want to hang out with her are older boys who want to fuck her. Dan: Oh really? And you find that a big surprise? You let her walk out of the house looking like, fuck, ...
Clyde Barrow: ...the truck drivers come in to eat greasy burgers and they kid you and you kid them back, but they're stupid and dumb, boys with big tattoos all over 'em, and you don't like it... And they ask you for dates and sometimes you go... but ...
God has the most incredible, unimaginable, inconceivable, and indescribable intention and design for your life.
The glamorous life is a facade, a fraud a farce of frivolous trite The storybook is blank inside Chivalry has died
Aimless extension of knowledge, however, which is what I think you really mean by the term curiosity, is merely inefficiency. I am designed to avoid inefficiency.
And as always seems to happen when I have reached the point where I am ready to take decisive action, everything began to happen at once.
I was not designed to be forced. I will breathe after my own fashion. Let us see who is the strongest.
Jesus did not die just to save you from hell. He paid the price to give you all of heaven.
A fiction writer is nothing more than the ambassador of an alternative world of their own design. Their success dwells in how many people their work entices to relocate
We must design how we wish to be perceived, and then we must work even harder to continuously recreate and re-evaluate that perception.
It was machines that scanned the heavens, machines that probed the space between atoms, machines that asked the questions and designed to experiments to answer them. All that was left for mere meat, apparently, was navel-gazing.
