Blanckenberg Quotes & Sayings

He studied me with his predator's gaze, assessing me from head to toe. I studied him back. He didn't just occupy space; he saturated it. The room had been full of books before, now it was full of him. About thirty, six foot two or three, he had dark hair, golden skin, and dark eyes. His features were strong, chiseled. I couldn't pinpoint his nationality any more than I could his accent; some kind of European crossed with Old World Mediterranean or maybe an ancestor with dark Gypsy blood. He wore an elegant, dark gray Italian suit, a crisp white shirt, and a muted patterned tie. He wasn't handsome. That was too calm a word. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual. He attracted. There was an omnipresent carnality about him, in his dark eyes, in his full mouth, in the way he stood. He was the kind of man I wouldn't flirt with in a million years. — Karen Marie Moning

In conclusion, the arms of others either fall from your back, or they weigh you down, or they bind you fast. — Niccolo Machiavelli

That does it for me, then. I'm not going to believe in any damned revolution. Love is all I'm going to believe in." "Peace," I said. "Peace," said Midori. — Haruki Murakami

I wanted to make a film that was sophisticated and emotional, but for a wider audience. — Stephen Hopkins

In the United States, we do a pretty good job of protecting iconic landscapes and postcard views, but the ocean gets no respect. — Jeff Goodell

A limited vocabulary, but one with which you can make numerous combinations, is better than thirty thousand words that only hamper the action of the mind. — Paul Valery

Relax, oh paranoid one. I doubt there'll be Talon agents hiding in the potted plants. — Julie Kagawa

Stop strokin' that gun, Kyle," Gator said. "You're makin' me nervous. I'm thinkin' you're about to make love to the damn thing."
"She is purty," Kyle said, giving the gun one last caress, his eye watching the truck ahead. "Slow down a little, and let them get ahead of us, Gator."
"What if they put up a roadblock?" Jonas asked.
Ryland opened one eye. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Can the chatter and let me sleep. We've got swimming to do and I'm getting too old for this shit."
"Do they have sharks off this coast?" Jonas asked.
Sam snickered. "You and those sharks, Jonas."
"I have nightmares, man," Jonas protested.
"I'll feed you to a damn shark if you don't let me sleep," Ryland drawled.
Kadan and Nico exchanged amused glances.
Ryland opened both eyes. "I heard that. I'm not that old. — Christine Feehan

I'm always the person who's taking everyone else's kid and putting them on my hip, so I've kinda always been a mama. — Blake Lively

That - that's a Carthian sun dragon," he said, shooting a look at Strangward. "Isn't it?"
Strangward nodded.
"But ... it is my understanding that dragons are not real," Botetort said.
Strangward looked from the dragon to Botetort. "I assure you, this dragon is absolutely real. Touch it if you like. — Cinda Williams Chima

Caring about policy is important - people in washington forget. — Tabitha Soren

The miser is the man who starves himself and everybody else, in order to worship wealth in its dead form, as distinct from its living form. — Gilbert K. Chesterton

And then, just when you think that you have experienced all the wonders that this world has to offer, you round a peak and suddenly think you're doing the whole thing over again, but this time on drugs. — Douglas Adams

The only thing experience teaches you is what you can't do. When you start, you think you can do anything. And then you start to get a little tired. — Elaine May

Today, for example, one can imagine a good book being written by a Catholic, a Communist, a Fascist, a pacifist, an anarchist, perhaps by an old-style Liberal or an ordinary Conservative: one cannot imagine a good book being written by a spiritualist, a Buchmanite or a member of the Ku Klux Klan. The views that a writer holds must be compatible with sanity, in the medical sense, and with the power of continuous thought: beyond that what we ask of him is talent, which is probably another name for conviction. — George Orwell