Dashers Landing Quotes & Sayings

I think in most cases, when you're writing a song, you're just making up a little story, and you're not really thinking about making a point one way or another about it. You're just coming up with a little scenario and seeing it through, and that's it. — Adam Schlesinger

Telling herself stories about herself in a singsong voice, creating her own mythology. — Abraham Verghese

I felt an absurd urge to ask, Can you sell me a nice summer straw hat, or should I just go fuck myself? — Stephen King

Love cannot in its very nature be peaceful or content. It is a restlessness, an unsatisfaction. I can grant a lasting love just as I can grant a lasting unsatisfaction; but the lasting love cannot be coupled with possession, for love is pain and desire and possession is easement and fulfilment. — Jack London

I never play video games! I'm so bad at it. I have, like, no manual dexterity. — Kelly Hu

He was so worthy of being loved; I didn't want him to be alone. Something in my expression must have revealed what was on my mind. "No pity, Auntie. The winds do not always blow as the ship desires," he murmured, tucking me into my chair. "The winds do what I tell them to do." "And I plot my own course. — Deborah Harkness

If you pray hard enough, water will run uphill. How hard? Why, hard enough to make water run uphill, of course! — Robert A. Heinlein

Find a strong glue and stick yourself to honesty! You shall feel like a wind, so light and so free! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

JAMIE'S SONG 'August and November':

They say it was a beautiful summer.
I say I felt so cold the whole short while.
I heard that it rained for days,
Between August and November.
Well I didn't see it rain on the enslaved river.

I am the river no more (x2)
And the rain is just acid water from their cloudy black smoke.

And now I'm at a standstill on the streets,
That are lit up like a funfair from some forgotten dream.
Yet faces, headlights, and the whole world passes by me.
Without taking a step, I'm down in the hole too.
And if it rains this coming
Dark and lonely December,
I will never watch it fall on the entrapped river.

I am the river no more (x2)
And the rain is acid water from their cloudy black smoke. — Neha Yazmin