Casilla Mia Quotes & Sayings

Grandpa said that we could solve a lot of the world's problems if we considered cats and dogs edible. Like the neighbor's dog who goes to the bathroom in his flower garden. And know what else? — Cole Alpaugh

I cast a glance in my new admirer's direction. "You may call me Your Highness," I said. "Or Empress Beauty."
He chuckled. I wasn't kidding. — Gena Showalter

Writers are Igniters! — Cammy Walters

As the faculty of writing has chiefly been a masculine endowment, the reproach of making the world miserable has always been thrown upon the women. — Samuel Johnson

People become what they expect themselves to become — Mahatma Gandhi

Even a fiction film is hard to end. You can going on shooting and editing a documentary forever. — Leos Carax

As we walk along our path of Life,
we meet people every day.
Most are simply met by chance;
but some are sent our way.
These become the Special Friends,
whose bond we can't explain ...
the ones who understand us,
and share our joy and pain.
Their love contains no boundaries,
so even when apart,
their presence still embraces us,
with a warmth felt in the heart.
This love becomes a passageway,
where even the miles disappear.
And the Special Friends which Life sends our way,
remain forever near. — Anonymous

I am bound by my own definition of criticism: a disinterested endeavour to learn and propagate the best that is known and thought in the world. — Matthew Arnold

Never, never try to scope the market. — Dean Koontz

To love and live beloved is the soul's paradise. — John Winthrop

I love you," she whispered.
He stroked his hand down her back. "Yep, you do."
"You're supposed to say it back," she said, pretending to be offended because the silliness kept the fear/hope at bay.
"Why?" He scowled down at her. "You know you're my heartbeat. — Nalini Singh

You dare speak to me in such an insolent manner?'
'Stop talking like you're two hundred years old. You're sixteen, just like me. — Michelle Rowen

Its been six weeks," he murmured. "Six weeks I've wanted you. I know how you move, and how the sunlight makes a shadow on the curve of your cheek, and the shape of your ear." He chucked harshly then turned his head on the pillow to look at her. "I'm dying," he said. He dropped his fist against his chest. "Right here, you're killing me. — Laura Kinsale

I find myself applying the addict's impulse to how I cruise. I don't look at the ass. If I see a hot guy walking towards me I look at his arm, and if he has a vein I fantasize about shooting up with him. — Kevin Sessums