Quotes About Twist

Irony regards every simple truth as a challenge.

Some conjurers say that number three is the magic number, and some say number seven. It's neither my friend, neither. It's number one. (Fagin)

As the old saying goes, "If my aunt had balls, she'd be my uncle.

'The Sixth Sense' was a very enjoyable, successful movie despite the fact that there were plenty of people, including myself, who saw the ending coming.

I have seen 'The Sixth Sense.'

I love jokes that come out of nowhere. The ones where people look at the screen and go, What the Hell was that. As long as it somehow ties back into the story, somehow.

Surprise makes a joke funny. I love it when someone tells me something I couldn't possibly have expected; you've been led along one path and - bang! - the joke comes out of nowhere.

Irony--it's funny until it happens to you.

A saxophone someplace far off played / As she was walkin' on by the arcade / As the light burst through a beat-up shade where he was wakin' up / She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate / And forgot about a simple twist of fate

A saxophone someplace far off played / As she was walkin' by the arcade / As the light burst through a beat-up shade where he was wakin' up / She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate / And forgot about a simple twist of fate

Rumors faster like barnacles around any event, tending to take familiar shapes.

Apenas nos conocíamos y ya la vida urdía lo necesario para desencontrarnos minuciosamente.

Ironic things are interesting.

From even the greatest of horrors, irony is seldom absent.

Life is full of ironies and absurdities.

There are elements of irony in my work, of course.

I love irony.

A story is not finished, until it has taken the worst turn

2) Geht man von einer Geschichte aus, muss sie zu Ende gedacht werden. (3) Eine Geschichte ist dann zu Ende gedacht, wenn sie ihre schlimmstmögliche Wendung genommen hat. (4) Die schlimmstmögliche Wendung ist nicht vorhersehbar. Sie tritt durch Zufall ein.

The Stormlight rising from his exposed skin was enough to illuminate the chasm, and it cast shadows on the walls as he ran. Those seemed to become figures, crafted by the bones and branches stretching from the heaps on the ground. Bodies and souls. His movement made the shadows twist, as if turning to regard him.

Brandon: How does the character fit into the story, how will people expect them to fit into the story, and how, therefore, can I make them incongruous for those expectations? I'm looking for incongruity. Ask yourself why this character cannot fill the role in the plot that they are expected to fulfill. Ask yourself who would be perfect for this role. I'm not going to use that person.

She's my daughter. She's my sister.

Our own self-esteem is something we can actually twist in whatever way we want.

Innocence is only a virtue, lass, when it is temporary. You must pass from it to look back and recognize its unsullied purity. To remain innocent is to twist beneath invisible and unfathomable forces all your life, until one day you realize that you no longer recognize yourself, and it comes to you that innocence was a curse that had shackled you, stunted you, defeated your every expression of living.