Curiale Darrah Quotes & Sayings

I used to feel sorry for them, or sad. Not so much any more. Now I wonder what they did, and I know what they did, and all I can think is how all that water is barely enough to cover it up. — Chris Adrian

A man may by custom fortify himself against pain, shame, and suchlike accidents; but as to death, we can experience it but once, and are all apprentices when we come to it — Michel De Montaigne

You have to make thousands and thousands of drawings before an illustration is perfected. — Richard MacDonald

One of my rules is: Never listen to your old stuff. — Lou Reed

I know I must trust, even when it's the most difficult thing to do. — Jaye L. Knight

Wesley, the younger child, had had rheumatic fever when he was seven and Mrs. May thought this was what had caused him to be an intellectual. — Flannery O'Connor

Where are your pants, son? — Harper Lee

When you can't do any housecleaning because everything that goes on is a damned secret, then we're on our way to something the Founding Fathers didn't have in mind. Secrecy and a free, democratic government don't mix. — Harry S. Truman

Nobody home but She for Whom I Am the World. Can't go on like this, can't keep doing it.- Jericho Barrons — Karen Marie Moning

Don't stigmatize in a rush to explain inexplicable evil. — Ron Fournier

You can always tell when someone's lying to you, because they're male ... — Caroline Rhea

She was the kind of elegance
That would never tarnish.
A mixture of lace and mesh,
Like a classic heirloom that begged to be worn.
She was sharp intellect and quick wit.
The type of woman that spoke her mind,
Even if it shook.
(Or even if no one was listening.)
She was beautiful.
But not someone you'd see in magazines,
Her hips were too wide, her hair a mess of wispy tendrils,
(Rather, she was actually very ordinary.)
My, was she stubborn! She'd drive you mad!
(Sometimes, you'd probably call her crazy.)
But mostly, her laughter was a joyful moments.
Like a warm towel fresh from the dryer,
Or finding a twenty-dollar bill in your winter coat.
And that was the true revelation.
That magic does exist,
It ran through her like a wild, fiery current. — M.J. Abraham