Camillas De Emergencia Quotes & Sayings

I don't know how to exist before 9 A.M. And without coffee, I'm not classified as a human. Actually, I could be regarded as a threat. — Katie Findlay

Taking a lady's hand gives her confidence in her physician. — William Osler

He should have fucking known. He should have read Eve's damn case study, but he'd been so sure that he was right, that he couldn't possibly be wrong. Yeah, well, if I'd paid any attention to Eve's profile, I would have. She knew. But I was far too smart. I thought I had the fucker — Lexi Blake

Bugrit! Millennium Hand and Shrimp — Terry Pratchett

I've always hovered above their stories, nodding in sympathy and thinking how foolish they are, these women, to let these things happen, how undisciplined. And now to be one of them! One of the women with the endless stories that make people nod sympathetically and think: Poor dumb bitch. — Gillian Flynn

We sleep safe in our beds because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm.' - George Orwell — Conn Iggulden

We can only connect the dots we collect, which makes everything you write about you ... your connections are the thread that you weave into the cloth that becomes the story that only you can tell. — Amanda Palmer

start with one true thing — C.E. Murphy

Anthropology demands the open-mindedness with which one must look and listen, record in astonishment and wonder that which one would not have been able to guess. — Margaret Mead

Ignore me. I don't want to talk about my nonexistent love life today. — Julie James

In a dreamlike state, with eyes closed (I found the daylight too unpleasantly glaring), I perceived an uninterrupted stream of fantastic pictures, extraordinary shapes with intense, kaleidoscopic play of colors, — Albert Hofmann

And what is religion, you might ask. It's a technology of living. — Toni Cade Bambara

The canker of self-consciousness has been long in me, so like a lot of writers I not only do a thing, I see myself doing it too - it's almost like not being alone. That morning our hero skipped in his skivvies down to the shore of the sea . . . it was dark . . . the fog . . . Storytelling! — Charles D'Ambrosio