Alberta In Fences Quotes & Sayings

For my mother's entire life, her mother was less a mother than splintered bits of shrapnel she carried around in her body, sharp, rusty debris that threatened to puncture an organ if she turned a certain way. — Meghan Daum

That had never made sense to Kaladin. The Almighty was supposed to be able to see all and know all. So why did he need a prayer to be burned before he would do anything? Why did he need people to fight for him in the first place? — Brandon Sanderson

Troy: Then when I saw that gal [Alberta] ... she firmed up my backbone. And I got to thinking that if I tried ... I just might be able to steal second. — August Wilson

Fathers. Mothers. With all their caring and attention. They will f
you up, every time. — Chuck Palahniuk

I don't have any social life or anything. — Rod Stewart

Everywhere I go I smell fresh paint. — Princess Diana

Must I observe you? Must I stand
& crouch
Under your testy humour?
By the gods,
You shall digest the venom of
your spleen,
Though it do split you, for, from this
day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea,
for my laughter, when you are waspish. — William Shakespeare

Now there is a modern-day anthropology* for the criminal type: a great number of so-called 'born criminals' have pale faces, large cheekbones, a coarse lower jaw, and deeply shining eyes. How can one not recall this when one thinks of Lenin and thousands like him? How many pale faces, high cheekbones and strikingly asymmetric features mark the soldiers of the Red Army and, generally speaking, also of the common Russian people - how many of them, these savage types, have Mongolian atavism directly in their blood! They are all from Murom, the white-eyed Chud. And it is precisely these individuals, these very Russichi, who gave us so many 'daring pirates', so many vagabonds, escapees, scoundrels and tramps - it is precisely these people whom we have recruited for the glory, pride and hope of the Russian social revolution. So why should we feign surprise at the results? — Ivan Bunin

I close the doors and yank off my sweater, and she pulls off her shirt, and I say, "You are driving me crazy. You have been driving me crazy for weeks." My — Jennifer Niven

First she would try to kill him, but failing this give him food and her body, breast-feed him back to a state of childishness and even, perhaps, feel affection for him. Then, the moment he was asleep, cut his throat. The synopsis of the ideal marriage. — J.G. Ballard