#simon

I had to go and sing with the musical director of the film, Simon Lee, who is just incredible, and it went great. I sang with him about five things, things we'd worked on. And then I went to sing for Andrew Lloyd Weber. ↗

— Gerard Butler

#andrew #director #film #five #go

You know what the worst thing I can imagine is? Simon had said. Not trusting someone I love. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love #simon-lewis #trust #imagination

It is an artist's duty to reflect the times. ↗

— Nina Simone

#music #nina-simone #music

Love is a state of the heart, but also, an activity. And quite an awesome one. ↗

— Carolyn Crane

#simon #love

To succeed in this day and age, all you need to be ahead of the pack is to be informed, and turn the information into transformation for your betterment and that of others. ↗

— Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha

#ifeanyi-enoch-onuoha #information #inspiration #leadership-torch #nigeria

Who are you?” Her eyes snapped open, and her voice held a hysterical edge. “Do I even know who you are?” He stepped over Walker’s battered corpse and grabbed her by the shoulders, leaned down so that his no-doubt foul breath washed over her face. “I am your husband, my lady.” She turned her face away from him. He shook her. “The one you promised to obey always.” “Simon—” “The one you said you’d cleave to, forsaking all others.” “I—” “The one you make love to at night.” “I don’t know if I can live with you anymore.” The words were a whisper, but they rang in his head like a death knell. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#lucy #simondababe #the-serpent-prince #death

It's kinda hard to get yourself into a good three-toweler when you got the dick of death. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#humon #simon #vampires #death

Simon had never noticed before, but she wore a silver ring on her right hand, with a partner of flames around the band of it, and a carved L in the center. It reminded him of the ring Clary wore around her neck, with its design of stars. "It's the Lightwood family ring," she said, noticing where his gaze was fixed. "Every family has an emblem. Ours is fire. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#lightwood #simon-lewis #design

Susannah." My dance partner's breath was soft against my cheek. "Susannah...." Yeah. In my dreams. In real life, the voice calling my name wasn't a bit masculine. That's because it belonged to a twelve-year-old boy. ↗

— Meg Cabot

#doc #every-girl-s-dream #susannah-simon #the-mediator #dreams

It was safe to assume he'd not only read the play but then re-read it, cross-referenced the annotations, and probably joined an online chat group called Buds of the Bard or something equally nerdy ↗

— Simon Holt

#simon-holt #soulstice #equality