Dawna Desilva Quotes & Sayings

These resemble no chicken fingers I've ever seen, lass. And I saw a fair amount of chickens in my day. There was this wench in the stables with the most remarkable . . . well, never mind that. You must grow fowl considerably larger now. I shudder to ponder the size of their beaks. — Karen Marie Moning

She lay in the dark and knew everything. — Ian McEwan

The commencement speech is not, I think, a wholly satisfactory manifestation of our culture. — John Kenneth Galbraith

I arrived in the middle of a press conference - as boring a thing to sit through if you don't know the language as it is if you do. — P. J. O'Rourke

In discussions around the hiring and firing of Black faculty at universities, the charge is frequently heard that Black women are more easily hired than are Black men. — Audre Lorde

Was it ever ... " She winced, wished she could muffle the need to ask. "Before, with anyone else - "
"No." He touched his lips to her brow, her nose, the dip in her chin. "It was never, with no one else."
Not for me, either." She simply breathed him in. "Put your hands on me. I want your hands on me."
"I can do that." He did, tumbling with her to a spread of floor cushions while the sun died brilliantly in the ocean. — J.D. Robb

He saw her as the passionate spirit of innocent youth, now beleaguered by the trick which is played on youth - the trick of treachery in the body, which turns flesh into green bones. Her stupid finery was not vulgar to him, but touching. The girl was still there, still appealing from behind the breaking barricade of rouge. She had made the brave protest: I will not be vanquished. Under the clumsy coquetry, the undignified clothes, there was the human cry for help. The young eyes were puzzled, saying: It is I, inside here - what have they done to me? I will not submit. Some part of her spirit knew that the powder was making a guy of her, and hated it, and tried to hold her lover with the eyes alone. They said: Don't look at all this. Look at me. I am still here, in the eyes. Look at me, here in the prison, and help me out. Another part said: I am not old, it is illusion. I am beautifully made-up. See, I will perform the movements of youth. I will defy the enormous army of age. — T.H. White