Aveline Vallen Quotes & Sayings

He had given work to a nightwalker named Dorothy Evans and gradually became beguiled by her. She was a plump, pretty, cattleman's daughter, pale as a cameo, with the sort of overripe body that always seems four months pregnant. Her long brown hair was braided into figure eights and pinned up over her ears in the English country-girl style. Grim experience was in her eyes, many years of pouting shaped her lips, but everything else about her expression seemed to evince an appealing cupidity, as if she could accept anything as long as it was pleasing. — Ron Hansen

Every god serves a purpose and every faith fills a need. — Michael G. Williams

I've been arguing on the side of a dirt road with a petulant singer who's wearing a guitar on his back. This entire scene is a mess, and maybe we're a mess, too. But it's still him and still me, and there's still that feeling of possibility - the one that sparks like a Roman candle inside me as his lips touch mine. And it's a start. — Emery Lord

I guess maybe the only time I met George Wallace was when - at a boy scout meeting in Montgomery, and he met 10 or 15 of us from different areas. I'm not sure why I was there. — Jeff Sessions

The most dangerous creature here would have to be me. So maybe I'm just scared of my own shadow. — Haruki Murakami

Sometimes we are very convinced that what we went through needs to be re-lived so we end up going back and forth to the demons of the past and eventually we fail to get over them. — Stephen Richards

Think about it this way: If you had to launch your business in two weeks, what would you cut out? — Jason Fried

Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ. — William Shakespeare

There is nothing but God. — Frederick Lenz

Bonobos are... ambassadors from a primordial world of peace through pleasure, inviting us in one kiss at a time. — Susan Block

She smiled with the warmth of a penguin. — Kim Harrison

As though she had entered a fable, as though she were no more than words crawling along a dry page, or as though she were becoming that page itself, that surface on which her story would be written and across which there blew a hot and merciless wind, turning her body to papyrus, her skin to parchment, her soul to paper. — Salman Rushdie

A radical does not mean a man who lives on radishes," remarked Crook, with some impatience; "and a Conservative does not mean a man who preserves jam. Neither, I assure you, does a Socialist mean a man who desires a social evening with the chimney-sweep. A Socialist means a man who wants all the chimneys swept and all the chimney-sweeps paid for it. — G.K. Chesterton

was a parasite with nasty teeth, — Sandra Owens