Cs Kaszolo Quotes & Sayings

I take a benign view of digital connectedness. I notice in most young people's lives, Facebook and such doesn't replace normal dating or hanging out, it just facilitates it. — David Brooks

She wore a fitted gown of gold that shimmered in the dim light. Her regal grace bedazzled him, in spite of his best attempts at feigning disinterest. She was even more beautiful than he remembered.
He let his breath out in a hiss.
He realized he had stopped breathing. There she was, the woman for whom he had risked everything. Never did he dare to harbor any hope of seeing her again. Yet after five long and bloody years, their paths had crossed once more. — Jennifer McKeithen

Los Angeles is such a mysterious place because there's so much evil in that city, but there's also so much light. You can be totally alone on a hillside and I love that kind of secluded, deserted rawness. — Lykke Li

Some artists want a producer to be a kind of svengali - someone who actually creates a sound for them. — Jerry Harrison

Never, and I mean never, allow anyone else's ideas of who you can or can't become sully your dream or pollute your imagination. This is your territory, and a 'Keep Out' sign is a great thing to erect at all entrances to your imagination. — Wayne Dyer

The madder I get the more I'm a bore;
Don't go - I'll explain what I'm boring you for.
I've been known to discourse to myself by the sea,
On how boring it is being as boring as me.
And if - from politeness - some interest you feign,
Then I may make an effort and bore you again.
But usually my audiences tend to disperse,
So I sit down and bore myself writing a verse. — Patrick Woodroffe

She took a second look at him, at his fancy tailored suit. Dark gray with pinstripes. Oh please, like she'd really believe he was a dom at all? "Gabrielle Anderson. Are you sure you're Master Marcus?"
"Why would you think I'm not Master Marcus?" he asked. Well, good grief. She waved a hand at him and kept the duh from slipping out. Just in case he really was Master Marcus. Maybe he hadn't changed yet or something. "The suit? Where are your leathers or latex or ... biker jacket or vest? And black? Did you forget to wear black?"
He stared for a second, as if she'd turned into a drooling idiot, and then simply roared. Deep, full laughter - amazing coming from someone who looked like he should have a stick up his ass. — Cherise Sinclair

You can pretend to be serious; but you can't pretend to be witty. — Sacha Guitry

Each of the seventeen tribunals during a long period burned annually, on an average, ten miserable beings! — John Foxe