Butorac Quotes & Sayings

We all have the right to choose our own gods, and worship them. No matter even if it is a stone, an animal or a piece of cake. — M.F. Moonzajer

thou treacherous coal-souled wank-weasel! — Christopher Moore

Reformers who are obsessed with purity and cannot see that their obsession is impure. — E. M. Forster

That's the thing with celebrities: the media can't ignore them. — Paul Watson

The very best way I can make any reader believe in the nuts and bolts of an art form ... is to know the mechanics, to make the characters grounded in convincing detail. — Guy Gavriel Kay

the Valley of Boval, where the women and the cows were renowned for their udders. — Terry Mancour

He was fiercely beautiful in the way some young males are, as if their whole being were being lived through their eyes, and their large noses, and their ungainly limbs. — Eloisa James

Trainers give of themselves. So, I learned and I projected it with my fighter. — Angelo Dundee

He's a monster," I said. "Maybe I'm a monster to pity him. But I can't leave him. — Rosamund Hodge

P3- every simple need to which an institutional answer is found permit the invention of a new class of poor and a new definition of poverty — Ivan Illich

I am an artist and a political being as well. — Robin Morgan

My name is Olivia King
I am five years old.
My mother bought me a balloon. I remember the day she walked through the front door with it. The curly hot pink ribbon trickling down her arm, wrapped around her wrist. She was smiling at me as she untied the ribbon and wrapped it around my hand.
"Here Livie, I bought this for you."
She called me Livie.
I was so happy. I'd never had a balloon before. I mean, I always saw balloons wrapped around other kids wrists in the
parking lot of Wal-Mart, but I never dreamed I would have my
very own.
My very own pink balloon. — Colleen Hoover

Time is ever flowing and changing around us. It's the fabric of the universe, and we are nothing- only single drops in the grand ocean of time. — Ethan Cross

There was no hatred in your heart," I whispered. "That you existed is proof that we were wrong. We had no right to take your world from you, Walter. I hope your fairytales are true. I hope you find your Gladdie. — Stephenie Meyer