Daine And Numair Quotes & Sayings

Nothing that had ever happened to him, not the shooting of Oyster, or the piteous muttering expiration of John Wesley Shannenhouse, or the death of his father, or internment of his mother and grandfather, not even the drowning of his beloved brother, had ever broken his heart quite as terribly as the realization, when he was halfway to the rimed zinc hatch of the German station, that he was hauling a corpse behind him — Michael Chabon

Indeed Not. Stop kicking me, Daine. You understand, she is very important to a number of powerful nobles and mages in Tortall." Numair's voice was quiet, almost friendly; his eyes were hard. "Their majesties. Lady Alanna and her husband, the baron of Pirate's Swoop. Me. All of us would take iit amiss if we thought for a moment she was being trifled with, particularly by a young man who wasn't free to do the right thing by her."
"Numair," Daine growled. "Can I speak to you privately for a moment?
"No. Stepping on my foot won't work either. Do I make myself clear, Prince Kaddar? — Tamora Pierce

I think it's fair rude to make him a tree and not know what kind he is. — Tamora Pierce

An act of forgiveness sets the victim apart from the perpetrator, who failed to act humanly towards the victim at the time he committed his crime. — Pumla Gobodo-Madikizela

I want to be known as one of the most accurate investors that ever lived. — Kevin Rose

we don't work overtime so much to get the work done on time as to shield ourselves from blame when the work inevitably doesn't get done on time. — Tom DeMarco

I don't like the way some actors, when playing a nasty character, will try to grab hold of something good about them. — Peter Mullan

All I want in this life are three...
a moonlit beach on the starlit sea,
a breath of opium,
and thee. — Roman Payne

And then I recalled those mysterious stories about the waxworkers of the middle ages and the public reprobation attached to their trade. Did they not live in cellars, in the eternal twilight propitious for enchantments and apparitions? Their visionary art (who, more than they, evoked a truer image of life?) was closely related to that of magicians: bewitchments were carried out with wax figures, witch trials are full of them, and one particular legend haunted me above all, that of the modeler from Anspach, who slowly squeezed the soul and the life out of his model in order to animate his painted waxwork and then, having finished his work of art, awaited nightfall to go and bury the corpse in the ditch at the city walls. — Jean Lorrain

I'll be damned if I'm the weak link in a line of cognac drinkers. — Heather Lyons