Brokosky Quotes & Sayings

Kenzie took two staggering steps backward, staring at the feeline as if in a daze. "O-kay," she breathed, shaking her head slightly. "A cat. A cat that talks. I'm going crazy." she glanced at me. " Or you slipped something into my drink at the tournament. One or the other. — Julie Kagawa

If he ever frosted his hair blue, he'd look like a gas burner. — Ilona Andrews

Family wasn't build by blood-it was built by love. — Brittainy C. Cherry

Letting go seems like the most powerful thing I could do.

And so I do.

I just let it all go.

And it feels glorious. — Kelly Thompson

I sometimes wonder what this person or that person might be like in bed. — Katie Price

It had been a marvelous childhood. Damn near perfect. If he was not leading the life he'd anticipated, if he sometimes lay in bed and wondered what the hell he was doing robbing coaches in the dead of night - at least he knew that the road to this point had been paved with his own choices, his own flaws. — Julia Quinn

Teach every child you meet the importance of forgiveness. It's our only hope of surviving their wrath once they realize just how badly we've screwed things up for them. — Justin Sewell

In moments of transcendence, when time stands still, your biological clock will stop. The spirit is that domain of our awareness where there is no time. — Deepak Chopra

I think the public still isn't aware of the frequency with which the cyber-attacks, as they're being called in the press, are being used by governments around the world, not just the US. — Edward Snowden

I love knowing that people now own a piece of a world that I created. — Ainsley Peace

Britney Spears is definitely my favorite past Candie's girl; her campaigns were gorgeous. — Lea Michele

I used to think all poets were Byronic Mad, bad and dangerous to know. And then I met a few. See Lamb 486:25. — Wendy Cope

You learn real early to make a film and then duck, and basically that's how I go about it. — Alan Rudolph

Representation of the world, like the world itself, is the work of men; they describe it from their own point of view, which they confuse with absolute truth. — Simone De Beauvoir