Craigieburn Australia Quotes & Sayings

It doesn't matter if you look different. You're still the same as everybody else because you have the same dream. — Natalie Du Toit

No one will hurt her." "And should they try?" "I'll rip their heads off." Sexy or creepy, sexy or creepy - I went with very sexy with a side dish of creepy. — R.J. Blain

Most of the vegetables in the allotments had died back but one, tended by a Jamaican man, was full of squash. They lay among the dying leaves, rimmed with frost, huge, orange and alien, half hidden by the mist. They reminded her of the fairy stories she'd read as a young child, of white horses and gold carriages that turned into mice and pumpkins on the stroke of midnight. — Sanjida Kay

She believes that they are caught in an emotional timewarp without the necessary vision to appreciate the changes that have take place in society. — Andrew Morton

Why they were loaded with bags of beans and peas and anything else they happened to pick up when they were still some distance away from the street where the first blind man and his wife lived, for that is where they are going, is a question that could only occur to someone who has never in his life suffered shortages. — Jose Saramago

I can't believe Gram just said sex appeal. — Jandy Nelson

Believe in yourself and stop trying to convince others. — James De La Vega

I make my films because I'm affected by a situation, by something that makes me want to reflect on it, that lends itself to an artistic reflection. I always aim to look directly at what I'm dealing with. I think it's a task of dramatic art to confront us with things that in the entertainment industry are usually swept under the rug. — Michael Haneke

He felt a little queasy, and more than a little light-headed. More and more, he felt the disorientation, the fragmenting of himself between day and night. By day, he was a creature of the mind alone, as he escaped his damp immobility by a stubborn, disciplined retreat into the avenues of thought and meditation, seeking refuge in the pages of books. But with the rising of the moon, all sense fled, succumbing at once to sensation, as he emerged into the fresh air like a beast from its lair, to run the dark hills beneath the stars, and hunt, driven by hunger, drunk with blood and moonlight. — Diana Gabaldon