Tim Burton Quotes Novels & Stories

Donnie Burton chuckled coldly with his arms spread out. “I’m not trying to ruffle your feathers, but there are some people you shouldn’t be provoking in the first place.” Donnie believed that he was incredibly patient. If it were not for him turning over a new leaf, he would still be using violence. He would have slapped Harvey York across his face at this moment. “Two things. Harvey remained indifferent. “Number one. I’ll cripple Eli Burton no matter what. Nobody can protect him. Mark my words.

Burton turns to look at the boys in the living room, happily letting Archie lick syrup and pancake scraps from their plates. “Your children came to our attention first,” Burton says quietly. “The moment they were born, we knew. There was…again, for a lack of better words, a stirring in the stars.” I sit back in my seat a little at this, shocked and a little weirded out. I mean, I know that I think my kids are great but…a stirring in the stars? What the hell did that mean? I look at Victor and see the same expression on his face.

“It's just that, I can't believe I'm here right now. I never thought I'd be sipping champagne with Carter Winthrow. Not to mention I'm about to go and eat at La Reve. It feels kind of surreal.” Carter kept his gaze on me while I spoke. “Act as if you're where you want to be, and as surely as you can feel your own breath, you'll get there.” “Is that a quote?” I asked. “Who said that? Thoreau? Emerson?” He shook his head. “My father. I'd heard him say it countless times when I was growing up. It stuck with me.” “Was he involved with stocks too?” I asked, instantly wondering if I was crossing the line by prying.

Taelin explained. I whipped my head around when loud screaming accompanied but a multitude of swear words, in Italian and English, could be heard. We hurried back into the house to find the giant ass tv that dad had hanging above his fireplace on and the smiling face of Burton was on the screen. Not sure what the fuck is going on but him and Xavier must have hacked into our shit again. “Greetings from hell.” Burton said. “Will you stop. We are trying to calm them down and you are not fucking helping.” some guy said.

“I would have thought that our days of university were behind" “Watch your tone, young man,” Axl says. “Unlike you, some of us didn’t have our lives completely mapped out with a five-year plan of world domination upon graduation.” I raise my eyebrows. “I apologize for nothing.” “That’s right, man,” Quinton says, holding out a fist. I bump it and can’t stop myself from completing the steps: spreading my fingers wide while making the explosion sound, then wiggling them down, side to side, and up to my lips for a chef’s kiss finish.

"Seeing your life being worn by a second – rate upgrade. You don't belong here, Lolita. You belong in a spa, crying into your cucumber water." I didn't look up from my wine. I took a slow sip, feeling the liquid burn down my throat. Then, I turned my head and looked Brent dead in the eye. "The gutter is where you learn to see the stars, Brent," I said, my voice eerily calm. "Tell me, do you always talk this much before a failure, or am I special? Because if I wanted to hear a prick speak, I’d have stayed with Lyle."

" “Kendrick, if you haven't seen them in a really long time, don't believe these things. He's probably changed in a really good way that you don't know about." "You're probably right Loretta, but one thing I'm extremely sure about is my aunty. There's no way she's changed." "Why do you think that?" Loretta asks, puzzled. She's the speaker and writer of all these motivational talks and quotes. You've probably heard of 'Bay Books. " "No, I'm sorry, I haven't really needed to read any of them. I'm my own motivator. " "That's impressive. Well, when she talks, she does these things with stages, like she's reading from one of her books. "

“I cut every tie I have with Damon. So if you think we have some use for you, then you’re fucking wrong.” Burson stared at me for a moment, a lopsided grin ghosting on his lips with his head tilted to the side as though we were some kind of spectacle at the zoo. Then, all of a sudden, he let out a boisterous laugh as though what I said was something funny. He’s indeed a lunatic.

He uttered as he glimpsed at me. "Isn't it too late for that? We're married already." "I disagree. Haven't you heard the quote by Mitch Albom? There is no such thing as too late in life." "Oh, I just heard it now." I was amazed. I didn't expect that a man like him would believe in quotes. "Now, you know." He grinned. Then, we became silent again. After a while, I took the courage to bring up the incident earlier. I turned to him as I wanted to see his reaction. "Alfred, about the trouble earlier."

That got my attention and I looked up at him. I saw my reflection in his chocolate-brown eyes. I blinked at him and he blinked. "What was I about to say?" He mumbled his eyes looking around and I let out a huff of laughter. I immediately pursed my lips to hide my laughter and he frowned. "Laugh." With one word, I threw my head back and laughed hard. Does a motivational speaker forget his quotes? The heck? I had been laughing for some minutes before he paused. "It's okay. You can stop laughing now." He said and I shook my head still laughing like a crazy maniac.