Cape Skin Download Quotes & Sayings

How I love fear and anxiety; it's what makes the world go around and the tides ebb and flow. It makes my blood hum and my cock hard. Yes, I'm a sick and depraved fuck like that. — Ella Dominguez

A lot of times, when people say hip-hop, they don't know what they're talking about. They just think of the rappers. When you talk about hip-hop, you're talking about the whole culture and movement. You have to take the whole culture for what it is. — Afrika Bambaataa

You could never convince a monkey to give you a banana by promising him limitless bananas after death in monkey heaven. — Yuval Noah Harari

I'm not saying I needed my life to be a symphony - I just never thought it'd turn out to be a country song. — Brad Meltzer

A poet is the creator of the nation around him, he gives them a world to see and has their souls in his hand to lead them to that world. — Johann Gottfried Herder

I hope you never hate anything longer than you need to. — Iain S. Thomas

There is a drowsy state, between sleeping and waking, when you dream more in five minutes with your eyes half open, and yourself half conscious of everything that is passing around you, than you would in five nights with your eyes fast closed, and your senses wrapt in perfect unconsciousness. At such time, a mortal knows just enough of what his mind is doing, to form some glimmering conception of its mighty powers, its bounding from earth and spurning time and space, when freed from the restraint of its corporeal associate. — Charles Dickens

Barefoot, exhausted and bloody, Harris Borden turned and left the underground prison that had been his home for the past twelve years and walked out into the Nevada desert. — Glen Robinson

The Vedas say, "All intelligences awake with the morning." Poetry and art, and the fairest and most memorable of the actions of men, date from such an hour. All poets and heroes, like Memnon, are the children of Aurora, and emit their music at sunrise. — Henry David Thoreau

Submitting myself for awards feels like a weird kind of horn-blowing that's not comfortable for me. I'm really happy when someone likes my work, but I don't like marketing myself, putting myself on display. — Jane Elliot

This is mine," he growled, fangs bared. "You are mine."
Bria met him stare for stare. "Prove it. — Kate Baxter