Alleycats Songs Quotes & Sayings

One thing I'm sure Colborne will never understand is that I need language to live, like food - lexemes and morphemes and morsels of meaning nourish me with the knowledge that, yes, there is a word for this. Someone else has felt this before. — M.L. Rio

I don't believe in categories of any kind, and when you speak of problems between blacks and whites in the U.S.A. you are referring to categories again. — Duke Ellington

Look. I see it. You can go to all the movies and watch all the television you want. I am the end of all time. I'm not hooked up to the machine. I don't care about being labelled a misogynist, misanthropic hate addict. I don't give a fuck if some human organism calls me politically incorrect. I like the idea of people getting killed in parking lots. I stab every person who passes me. In my mind, I stab them in the face with a fucking knife. If I thought I could get away with it, I would skin you alive. I only fear prison if I get caught killing one of you humans. I hate you all. I don't know anyone. I am the enemy of humans. I am that which spits in the face of humanity. — Henry Rollins

This then is the highest adornment of the Kingdom of Christ, that he rules over his church by his Spirit. He — John Calvin

Whitewash on the forehead hardens the brain into a state of obstinacy, perhaps. — Charles Dickens

I've spent twenty-eight years doing what everyone around me expected me to do ... being what everyone around me has expected me to be. And it's horrid to be someone else's vision of yourself. — Sarah MacLean

You know, once you have been through a certain amount of things in life, you definitely grow more comfortable with yourself. — Steve Nash

I grew up in a rural area, I was from kind of a poor family and my parents weren't showbiz people. But going back was strange, and perhaps stranger for the other students. — Henry Thomas

The thorn of death falls from heaven, and its myriad forms leave us no room to move. — Kobo Abe

ONE SUNDAY MORNING, I climbed up to the light from a weighty and complicated dream, nothing of it left but a ringing in my ears and the ache of something slipped from my grasp and fallen into a crevasse where I would not see it again. Yet somehow - in the midst of this profound sinking, snapped threads, fragments lost and untrackable - a sentence stood out, ticking across the darkness like a news crawler at the bottom of a TV screen: — Donna Tartt