Austerley Quotes & Sayings

This book is my obliging you. This is a book I never would have dared write, if I did not feel protected and obligated by your madness. — Helene Cixous

Naked power has its limitations, since power is a generator of corruption and corruption in its turn tends to dilute the effectiveness of power. — Robert Payne

What she wanted was to donate to the world a good Maud Martha. That was the offering, the bit of art, that could not come from any other. She would polish and hone that. — Gwendolyn Brooks

Is it dark? Yes. Is there something malevolent in the darkness? Yes. Can it do more than merely physically injure us? Yes. Will it kill? Yes. Can we stop it? No. Oh what the hell, let's take a good look anyway. Bloody lunatics!

From soon to be published "Recital - An Austerley & Kirkgordon Adventure — Gary Ross-Jordan

You're asking me about love, Marcus, but love is complicated. It is at once the most extraordinary and the worst thing that can happen to you. You'll discover it for yourself one day. Love can hurt so much. All the same, you should not be afraid of falling, and especially not of falling in love, because love is also very beautiful. But like everything that's beautiful, it dazzles you and hurts your eyes. — Joel Dicker

I have a needle being stuck into my spine, can anyone please define "a little pain"? — Pandora Poikilos

If I'm being forced to do something I don't want to do, my real self comes out. But whether or not I'm aware of it, no matter what happens, I'm always going to have a fake self and I'm not going to judge my fake self. — Benjamin Clementine

I wasn't, baby," I said gently. He pierced me with a glower then went back to searching the man's pockets, muttering grouchily to himself, "She seduces me with this word. She also thinks she can use it to get away with madness. — Kristen Ashley

Alexander Hamilton started the U.S. Treasury with nothing, and that was the closest our country has ever been to being even. — Will Rogers

Defend myself? I cannot defend the verbal repressions of a boy. A curmudgeonly, cantankerous, ill-tempered, counterfeit boy. — Coco J. Ginger

I have no history but the length of my bones. — Robin Skelton

Nothing provokes more cynicism than a great love that was not shared, but nothing produces more modesty either; I was utterly surprised to feel loved. The truth is: a passion that fully preoccupies a man draws women to him when he least wants them. Even if he is sentimental and tender by nature, when he is obsessed with another he becomes indifferent and almost brutal. Because he is unhappy, he sometimes allows himself to be temped by the offer of affection. As soon as he has tasted this affection, he tires of it and does not disguise the fact. Without wishing to and without even realizing it, he plays the most appalling game. He becomes dangerous and conquers because he himself has been vanquished. This was the case with me. I had never been more convinced of my own inability to attract women, I had never felt less desire to attract them, and I had never received so much clear proof of devotion and love. — Andre Maurois

That's just their way, honey. His father was the same way with Dee. Axel the same with me. Greg and Melissa. Maddox and Emmy. Asher and Chelcie. My sweet Dani with Cohen. Heck, even Davey had his moment with Sway. These men, it's just how they are. When they set their minds to something there is nothing and no one that will hold them back. And sweetheart, before you even let this thought take root in your mind, when they know, they know and they know in a way that sticks forever. — Harper Sloan

Victor Saville was bad news because he wanted money just to do one big picture. — Mickey Spillane

The importance of my legacy is not the golf course, it's what my life is, and what my life is intended to be. The game of golf is a game. My family is my life. — Jack Nicklaus

Besides, who is to say that the feelings he writes in his diary are his true feelings? Who is to say that at each moment while the pen moves he is truly himself? At one moment he might truly be himself, at another he might simply be making things up. How can one know for sure? Why should he even want to know for sure? — J.M. Coetzee