Creepshow 1982 Quotes & Sayings
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She spoke quietly then, the tiniest crack in her voice, and all at once Lacey Pemerton was not Lacey Pemberton. She was just - like, a person. — John Green

I've had over a dozen and a half novels published since late 1994 when my first novel, 'Brother to Dragons, Companion to Owls' came out. — Jane Lindskold

And you know, talk about something else is falling from the sky. And that is an asteroid. What's coming our way? Is this an effect of perhaps global warming or just some meteoric occasion? — Deborah Feyerick

All tyrannies rule through fraud and force, but once the fraud is exposed they must rely exclusively on force. — George Orwell

Anything worthwhile is opposed. Steven Pressfield (War of Art) calls this the Resistance. — Michael Hyatt

Moods are by nature compelling, contagious, and profoundly interpersonal, and disorders of mood alter the perceptions and behaviors not only of those who have them but also of those who are related or closely associated. Manic-depressive illness - marked as it is by extraordinary and confusing fluctuations in mood, personality, thinking, and behavior - inevitably has powerful and often painful effects on relationships. — Kay Redfield Jamison

Gardens can be sharp and spiky as well as rose-embowered and honeysuckle-twined: there are corners and settings where thistles are not such an asinine taste after all. — Robin Lane Fox

I curse you," it said. "All who love you will die. Their love will be their destruction. It may take moments, it may take years, but any who look upon you with love will die of it, unless you remove yourself from them forever. And I shall begin it with her." It snarled in Ella's direction, and
vanished. — Cassandra Clare

Don't deny yourself food, but pay attention to what your body needs when your mind craves a block of cheese because you haven't had adult conversation in eight hours. — Kristina Pinto

I survived, carried on, glad to be like a weed, a wild red poppy, rooted in life. — Marilyn Buck