Quotes About Sean

George Martin looks like Santa Claus, but he's got a wonderfully disturbed mind.

Around none o'clock in the evening, Sean and I climbed onto the tar-paper roof of the U-Find-It building. On one side of the roof someone had dumped a pile of copper pipes and plumbing fixtures that had been ripped out of abandoned buildings. It looked like a giant puzzle that only angels could untangle.

But when I do get recognized, I get recognized usually for 'Firefly.'

Will: I read your book last night. Sean: So you're the one.

Just as nothing produces paralyzing apathy like doubt and resignation, nothing produces cleverness like staring down a crisis with a lionhearted snarl.

To the Sith, violence was an art form. To Master Satele, it seemed like life itself.

Sean was stung. "I do not fuck everything that has a pulse," he said haughtily. "I have my standards. I limit myself to endoskeletal organisms. I always go for vertebrates. And I dont't do reptiles. Ever.

A first date with his fiancé, Sean mused. Life after the army wasn't turning out to be quite as boring as he'd feared it might be.

In the happy scenes there were really fun times. Sean would say really funny stuff because he likes to improv. I would want to laugh, but you are not allowed to do that during the take.

It makes me insane when people say 'Ossies.' It's Ozzies. Ozzies!

Yeah, I had actually tried to stop acting before I made Dead Man Walking.

I think, in terms of looking at the trajectory and being around some of the same people, it's certainly flattering words, but I definitely have not done enough to be mentioned in the same sentence as Coach Payton.

See Sean Coyle, "Thomas Hobbes and the Intellectual Origins of Legal Positivism," Canadian Journal of Law and Jurisprudence 16 (2003), 243–270; Mark Murphy, "Was Hobbes a Legal Positivist?," Ethics 105 (1995), 846–873.

I got this tiger head ring that's similar to a Cartier ring. I had my jeweler Sean from Detroit make it similar to the Cartier ring, but gold and diamonded-out. That's my Detroit tiger. It's made with two different golds - the bottom is yellow and the top is gold.

Sean's movies are provocative and challenging without being slick.

I think my father would give me the Department of the Interior because of my love of the outdoors, so we can get that going.

Did you know Draziri taste like chicken?" I asked. Sean glanced at me, as if not sure if I was okay. "I had no idea." "Orro told me," I told him. "We're besieged by murderous poultry.

Sean called 'em space chickens.

He pressed the trigger again. The gun farted. A woman with a child in her cart looked at us. Sean's mouth slowly stretched into a smile. "Okay, fine." I sped toward the checkout. A fart. "Will you stop doing that?" Another fart. "Sean! What are you, five?" He laughed under his breath.

As soon as we were out the doors, I turned to Sean. "Will you take this seriously? The future of an entire species is at stake." "Yes, we're going to save them with a fart gun." "Don't!" Fart. Ugh.

The birds tried a direct assault just after dark. I let that idiot and your werewolf have them. I think Sean might be disturbed. He cut off their heads and put them on sticks in the back yard.

Selim?" "Dropped in at Kuwait twelve hours ago, collected his car and set off north. It's a long, hard drive to Baghdad these days, Sean. Sharif is meeting you at the hotel early evening." "Thanks." "Have fun." Dillon replaced the phone. Billy said, "What was that?" Dillon told him. Billy was highly amused. "What are we going to do about Novikova? Have a drink in the bar?" "Who

I don't speak for all Libertarians any more than Sean Penn speaks for all Democrats.

Ymir," Luisa said, pronouncing it as she'd heard Sean do: ee-meer. A word from Norse mythology referring to primordial ice giants. Sean's code name for a particular hunk of ice that his project had identified, and that he meant to bring back. "Yeah.