“ I could simply kill you now, get it over with, who would know the difference? I could easily kick you in, stove you under, for all those times, mean on gin, you rammed words into my belly. (p. 52) Barbara Blatner
“ I knew even then that she was right. An en is a karmic bond lasting a lifetime. Nowadays many people seem to believe their lives are entirely a matter of choice; but in my day we viewed ourselves as p… Arthur Golden
“ Sister, why do you do that?Do what?Cage the animals at night?Well... She looked up and out through the barred window before answering me.We don't want to, Jennings, but we have to. You see, the animal… Jennings Michael Burch
“ Oh I'm sure you're right, Auntie said. Probably she's just as you say. But she looks to me like a very clever girl, and adaptable; you can see that from the shape of her ears. Arthur Golden
“ Perhaps it seems odd that a casual meeting on the street could have brought about such change. But sometimes life is like that isn't it Arthur Golden
“ I am often described to my irritation as a 'contrarian' and even had the title inflicted on me by the publisher of one of my early books. (At least on that occasion I lived up to the title by ridiculi… Christopher Hitchens
“ I'm not sure this will make sense to you but I felt as though I'd turned around to look in a different direction so that I no longer faced backward toward the past but forward toward the future. And n… Arthur Golden
“ The usual pronouncement that Truman Capote is a ‘birdbrain.’ Gore [Vidal] has finished a novel called Two Sisters in which he admits that he and Jack Kerouac went to bed together—or was that in an art… Christopher Isherwood
“ Your whole life and the story of your journey is the landscape picture on the front of the box of a 1,000 piece puzzle. The pieces are each a small sticky note that ends in mid-sentence. You simply ne… Ashly Lorenzana
“ Children played guessing games, telling each other whether the gun fired was and AK-47, a G3, an RPG, or a machine gun. Ishmael Beah
“ Slurping these spirits is soul preparation, a warped communion, myself serving as god, priest, and congregation. Mary Karr
“ Tomorrow! How sweet its prospects for a drunkard the night before. There is no better word. Before the earth hurls itself into sunshine, nothing is not possible. Mary Karr
“ The head can travel a far piece while the body sits in one spot. It can traverse many decades, and many conversations can be had, even with the dead. Mary Karr
