Azara Wheels Quotes & Sayings

Here was all about the visible-invisible borders, the thin lines between here and gone, then and now, here and there, random and meant, big and small. — Ali Smith

I just had a baby girl. My daughter weighed 27 pounds. She was 3 years old. She was delivered to me by way of the court system and a blood test. — Donnell Rawlings

If we are going to be part of the solution, we have to engage the problems. — Majora Carter

I've had a lifelong obsession with urban legends and American folklore. — Eric Kripke

A person's eyes, they could tell you everything. — Suzanne Woods Fisher

Positiveness of Soul is favourably gained through the Love Nature, rather than through mental prowess. Though attaining positiveness of Soul through the mind is possible; it is inferior to the positiveness that has been developed through the Love Nature (one's inner Soul nature to love and have affection.) — C. JoyBell C.

People asked me to change my name for [808s] ... I think the fact that I can't sing that well is what makes "808s" so special. — Kanye West

I swear to God, if you throw yourself off this roof, I'm jumping after you, and I'm going to catch you."
Whoa. I don't know what to make of those words.
My eyes widen, my heart racing.
"I'll catch you," he says again, his face so close to mine I can feel his breath on my skin, "because in those few seconds before you hit the ground, I'm going to fucking choke the life out of you for doing that shit. You got me?"
"I got you," I whisper, surprised I can even speak. — J.M. Darhower

I am not, never have been, and never will be a politician. But I want to tell you the United States has always been proud of having the support of the United Kingdom, of keeping Britain in Europe. We need Britain in Europe. — Evel Knievel

Libertarianism is the enemy of all racism. — Ron Paul

I gave my life to the Group Theatre, because in it I'm building something for myself. What I build, I am. — Elia Kazan

A mirror hung between the shelves.
Clara stepped in front of it and let her fingers run over the silver roses that covered the frame. She had never seen anything so beautiful. The glass they surrounded was dark, as if the night had spilled onto it. It was misted up, and right where she saw the reflection of her face was the imprint of a hand. — Cornelia Funke