Cody Simpson Quotes

I live in Hollywood, but you can't make me love Hollywood. I'll never love Hollywood.

The longing for Europe has been all but extinguished in the young.

People are like, 'Do you watch movies?' I'm like, 'I don't care.' I've ceased caring. I can't watch that construct anymore.

Behold!" Percy shouted. "The god's chosen beverage. Tremble before the horror of Diet Coke!

It's truly weird how everyone just thinks they can bring me Diet Coke and everything will be okay. Especially since it's pretty much true.-Lizzie Nichols

Good bye, proud world! I'm going home; Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine

Russia is the only country of the world you can be homesick for while you're still in it.

I don't like coming home. It keeps me from being nostalgic, which by nature I am. Even before the plane begins its descent, I find myself dreading the questions left unanswered by my childhood.

When I die, sprinkle my ashes over the 80's.

Home ...Home. ...the word, ...has ...no ...meaning

What goes by the name of love is banishment, with now and then a postcard from the homeland, such is my considered opinion, this evening.

(Beth) "I don't care anymore." I turned my face up toward Heaven. "That's not my home anymore. You are.

The people is dead! Good-day, Self!

John, what are you doing? John, my diet soda. What are you doing?

I’ll never speak to God again.

The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones.

The kids are interested in the music of them. They're not interested in mop-tops and Beatle boots and crazy suits. It's all down to the music now - that's what they hear, and that's what they love.

I needed another soda. I’d only had six since breakfast.

Mr. Pibb is a poor imitation of Dr. Pepper. Dude didn't even get his degree.

I can only guess that it made the world he went back to...strangely without meaning. Though he lived in it, though he even enjoyed it, it remained utterly remote. I think it had lost sense for him. In his heart was the reflection of a lovely dream that he could never quite recall.

You grew up way too fast and now there's nothing to believe; and re-runs all become our history.

Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? I don't.

I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky; It was a childish ignorance, But now 't is little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy.

She spoke of evenings in the country making popcorn on the porch. Once this would have gladdened my heart but because her heart was not glad when she said it I knew there was nothing in it but the idea of what one should do.