Cono Quotes & Sayings

If it's not one god it's another. Allah or oil. Jesus or Jewels. Lenin or lust. — Victor Robert Lee

Semtex, PE4, C-4, Plastrite, Netrolit, Spring Korper, Rowanex
Cono felt slightly shameful about his familiarity with plastics, and yet seeing them here, even so amateurishly arranged, gave him a perverse comfort. — Victor Robert Lee

In my country, when we think about the future, we shake. — Victor Robert Lee

You are my flower and I am your stem holding you to the light. — Poppet

I believe in the goddess of mystery. And she's always pregnant! — Victor Robert Lee

Maybe he had become addicted after all - addicted to being the pivot point, to being as central as that crucial joint between copulating man and woman, but with a danger that did not know the bounds of orgasm. — Victor Robert Lee

Love is self-explanatory: the right person makes you feel well nigh immortal, vaccinating you with their affections. So long as you remain in their heart you are safe, or better than safe even, for a while at least. You are momentarily, in a state of grace. — Jonathan Hull

The argument is made that naming God is never really naming God but only naming our understanding of God. To take our ideas of the divine and hold them as if they correspond to the reality of God is thus to construct a conceptual idol built from the materials of our mind. — Peter Rollins

The thing I love about television is that people watch you in their pajamas, and when they're eating dinner. You're part of the family. — Barbara Feldon

Hungry for what? Money? No. Power? Over people? That was like having power over clams. — Victor Robert Lee

Once she made him watch Pride and Prejudice and for ages he would re-word Mr Bingley's apology to Jane Bennet, saying, 'I've been an inexplicable fool', for anything from losing his keys to burping out loud. Her reply to anything she wanted to do was Jane Bennet's response to Bingley's marriage proposal, 'A thousand times yes. — Melina Marchetta

Freedom is hard to come by. — Victor Robert Lee

To make a friend you must close one eye. And to keep a friend, you must close both eyes. — Victor Robert Lee

To Cono's mind the three assailants were all three nearly motionless even as they skittered and dodged, firing, maneuvering for a kill. Cono felt exhilaration - the ecstatic awareness that his strange brain and body had ordained him for just such moments, by allowing him to enter a space outside of time. — Victor Robert Lee

Ah, men losing the power in their dicks. When they can no longer f_ their women, they f_ the world. — Victor Robert Lee

Cono knew that all three of his tormentors would know the anthem by heart from their childhood years. They had sung it daily to belong to the elite of their country, wearing around their necks the red ties of the Communist Party Youth Brigade, which had formed their beings and all that they would be and would ever believe, even as communism became a ghost and the party a web of corruption. — Victor Robert Lee

Sounds like the rival is a good soldier, Cono said. Like the Russians say, a bad soldier is one who doesn't try to become a general. — Victor Robert Lee

In the most rigorous [Roman] laws, a wife was condemned to support a gamester, a drunkard, or a libertine, unless he were guilty of homicide, poison, or sacrilege, in which cases the marriage, as it should seem, might have been dissolved by the hand of the executioner. — Edward Gibbon

What took you so long? Waiting for Buddha? — Victor Robert Lee

Todd was neuter, it seemed, except for the near-orgasmic pleasure he took from his formulas. Cono guessed that only a person who didn't really care for people could find personalities in equations, and friends in matrices. Todd spoke of data sets as if they were current or future lovers. Cono admired him for his ability to find joy beyond the secretory impulses that controlled most humans. — Victor Robert Lee

Before Clary could respond, Jace's eyes slid open. He looked up at the warlock, dazzled and dizzy. "What are you doing here?"
Magnus grinned down at Jace, and his teeth sparkled like sharpened diamonds.
"Hey roommate," he said.
-pg. 128- — Cassandra Clare

What kind of plan B?" Hale asked. He was almost holding his breath when a voice answered, "My kind." Macey tried to read the look on his face then, but it was gone in a flash. It had been a simple moment of peace and joy and pure happiness. That voice made Hale happy. It kept him calm. It was his backup and his conscience. Macey couldn't help herself, she envied him. — Ally Carter

Then I tried out for the Fontana High School drum line, in Riverside, and I did really well. I got second chair, and played snare in that drum line for three years. — Travis Barker

You, Cono, are part of a new trend of uncovering the genetic basis of human performance anomalies. — Victor Robert Lee

Cono felt embarrassed by the thought that he might have been just another pitiful orphan trying to turn his friends into family, and that he might be blinded by this need, a need that colored his whole life, that ache to offer worth to someone. — Victor Robert Lee

You'll never get anywhere unless you're independent of the good and bad opinion of others. Be fearless. — Deepak Chopra

He has freedom on his face. — Victor Robert Lee

History is running very fast in my country. — Victor Robert Lee

She was like him, trying to embrace the moon while making her way in the world through instinct and drive that came only from within, because she had only herself. — Victor Robert Lee

It's a heavy responsibility, having saved someone's life. You feel an allegiance because you saved them, but it's hard to know if you did the right thing. — Victor Robert Lee

The first job of the historian and of the journalist is to find facts. Not the only job, perhaps not the most important, but the first. Facts are the cobblestones from which we build roads of analysis, mosaic tiles that we fit together to compose pictures of past and present. There will be disagreement about where the road leads and what reality or truth is revealed by the mosaic picture. The facts themselves must be checked against all the available evidence. But some are round and hard
and the most powerful leaders in the world can trip over them. So can writers, dissidents and saints. — Timothy Garton Ash