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“Not that she wasn't hot - she was super, mega, hot - but not.. approachable. Like, not even the Rock would dare to whistle at her, if you know what I mean.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Twilight / Life and Death

“Her engagement ring has a Dwayne Johnson of a diamond on it...”
― Laura Steven, The Exact Opposite of Okay

“I hope at 50 I'll be dancing like Gianluca Vacchi
Party, whiskey, Bellini, Martini, Bloody Maries
Bad & Boujee, Tutti Fruity booty, type that really moves me
Kundalini rising, energy fill me completely

I hope at 50 I'll be writing books like JK Rowling
Pen and paper take me places, countries far and foreign
Find a cafe up in Edinburgh, write in Scotland
Let the stories in my head come out, bloom and blossom

I hope at 50
I'll be wealthy like Carlos Slim
Buying yachts and mansions and my mother shiny things
Encrusted diamond dial on a new Patek Philippe
Chill in Maldives but do charity in Ardabil

I hope at 50
I'll be funny like Stephen Colbert
Cracking witty jokes, making everyone laugh in tears
Laughter it goes round and round like a carousel
Chronic comic sonic sounds of haha everywhere

I hope at 50
I'll be stoic like Robert De Niro
Zeno school of thought put an end to my evil ego

I hope at 50
I'll be fit as The Rock, Dwayne Johnson
Hard rock abs to be paired with an even harder mindset

I hope at 50,
I'll be wise like Denzel Washington
Wisdom, knowledge and the faith of God under my skin

I hope at 50,
I'll find real love like George Clooney
Amal Alamuddin clone is the type that really moves me”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Letter 19

“god, not even religion.�� produce religious books, and say things people want to hear, but l did not do that. “lnstead l am saying things that people do not want to hear.�� does fahmi himself have a conflict with god? “l am not angry with god,”he says. “all my talent comes from god. “my characters are full of questions. some of theirquestions evoke anger. “personally, l think anger is a part of communication and interaction.”
― cile club

“Look. Is The Rock a perfect movie? No. But is it a perfect movie? Maybe! Just describing the plot of The Rock is a lush, lip-smacking thrill, like a piece of bacon that is all fatty rind, like a bowl of Lucky Charms that is all marshmallows—so many elements that could each, alone, be too much, here combined into one film that somehow works, one great, baroque cinnamon roll that is all the middle of the cinnamon roll, The Jetsons Meet the Flintstones, a duck-billed platypus, a place beyond decadence, foie gras on your burger, everything you want and nothing you don’t and then some more. Nicolas Cage, an unchained freak; Sean Connery, virtuosically hammy; Ed Harris, a haunted prince going down with his ship; antihero vs. antihero vs. antihero vs. the president; and gruesome chemical weapons and a heist and a mutiny and a double mutiny and family drama and Alcatraz and mine carts and fighter jets and flames and a rock, stalwart against the sea. All that, but with none of the septic irony, the relentless self-conscious hedging, that infects so much of our lives these days. The Rock does not take one single moment to look you in the eye and say, yes, we know this is a little silly, we are sorry, please know we are cool—there’s no need! The Rock believes in itself, it commits, it is happy to be fun. Coolness is a deadly neurotoxin. Inject The Rock into your heart.”
― Lindy West, Shit, Actually: The Definitive, 100% Objective Guide to Modern Cinema