Angeliese Santillanes Quotes & Sayings
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I don't believe in ghosts and have never seen one. I wish I could see one, and I would like to have seen one because then I could believe in God. If I can see it, feel it and taste it, then I believe in it. — Otto Penzler
Bok knows everything about me, including my thing with auras. Truth is, though, he isn't much good as a bodyguard. Bok is a shade heavier than an eating disorder, has a cute button nose and long, silky, straight hair most girls would kill for. We've been friends since prep when he used to sit behind me in class and hit me with his ruler. I put up with it for weeks, and then one day when the teacher stepped out of the room I pushed him off his chair and watched as he fell flat on his skinny, pretty arse. — Marianne Delacourt
She was a patron saint of the peripheral. — Jane Howard
His voice is soft, his words meant for my ears only. "Until you start standing up for yourself, I'm going to keep defending you. — Kata Cuic
Behind every crazy woman is a man sitting very quietly, saying 'What? I'm not doing anything. — Jade Sharma
Shake the hand that feeds you. — Michael Pollan
I look down at our linked fingers as I loosen my grasp, but he regains his grip on me. "No, don't let go of me," he says. — Suzanne Collins
The world went on. People left and people died and people went to memorial services and put orange blocks of cheese into their purses. People confessed to you that they were hungry all the time. And then you got up in the morning and pretended that none of it had happened. — Kate DiCamillo
On her daughter, Jessica: Kids at her school will sidle up to me and say, Does Jessica know what happens in book 4? Does Jessica know the title of book 4? And I keep saying, No! There is no point kidnapping her, taking her around back of the bike shed, and torturing her for information. — J.K. Rowling
Our tongues danced - not a waltz or a minuet, but a war dance, a death dance of bone drums and screaming fiddles. — Sarah J. Maas
