Carestia Bois Quotes & Sayings

He was a guy. A guy guy. As far as I was concerned, he probably had the dead bodies of small children and puppies hidden in his locker. — Elizabeth Eulberg

Pauline had restored order after the ordeal of the birth. She had swallowed her revulsion - what a mess it had made - restored order, made things right for the homecoming. — Alice McDermott

I want to buy me a hat with a golden feather & a book with the confessions of God in it — Kenneth Patchen

Google didn't invent the technologies behind AJAX (in fact Microsoft did), — Dane Cameron

Even after six years, he was still turned on by the bastard, still desperate to kiss his lips and see how it felt to kiss him into submission, until he saw him as more than a loser geek.
He wanted to taste his tongue, to touch his abs and stroke his cock; do all the things that it was so wrong to want to do to him. Wrong because of Ben, because of his love for Ben,
because he barely knew Jaxton, back then and now.
What the hell was wrong with him? — Elaine White

Most people would call me incompetent, clumsy, flawed..."

"A pearl is a flaw. A diamond is an accident of nature. In all of creation, there's nothing more precious than the unexpected deviation. — Todd Mitchell

You go through things sometimes that make you aware of the really good things in life. — Cliff Floyd

That's a subject as safe as being in favor of Christmas. — Robert A. Heinlein

I believe that one of the most important properties of a work of art is an attempt to reconcile opposites, and in their fusion to achieve a 'wholeness' or 'oneness,' the experiencing of which should be revelatory - both for the artist and the spectator - something akin to the experience of enlightenment in terms of religion. — Douglas Portway

I have never wanted to be a queen! Cleopatra was a role, and I am an actor, so it was fun to play one, but it's not real. — Elizabeth Taylor

One is always enthralled, I think, when a young writer you're just beginning to read and comprehend dies. — Joy Williams

She groped forward, hands and feet, in search of darkness, distance and solitude. — Kristin Cashore