Decryptor Quotes & Sayings

It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die. — Patrick Rothfuss

The clock tick-tocked, solemn and profound. It might have been the dry pulse of the decaying house itself, after a while it whirred and cleared its throat and struck six times. — William Faulkner

You might say that Lyndon Johnson is a cross between a Baptist preacher and a cowboy. — Lyndon B. Johnson

I don't know if this is statistically right, but I'm assuming I have the most Grammys of anyone my age, but I haven't won one against a white person. — Kanye West

Do you really think he untied you? .. He was just checking his kids handiwork. — Kelley Armstrong

If you're working 50 hours a week to try to maintain family income, and your children have the kinds of aspirations that come from being flooded with television from age one, and associations have declined, people end up hopeless, even though they have every option. — Noam Chomsky

Your friend Mr. Tulip would perhaps like part of your payment to be the harpsichord?" said the chair.
"It's not a
ing harpsichord, it's a
ing virginal," growled Mr. Tulip. "One
ing string to a note instead of two! So called because it was an instrument for
ing young ladies!"
"My word, was it?" said one of the chairs. "I thought it was just of sort of early piano! — Terry Pratchett

I couldn't find a way to fly to you so I walked every step in this stone. — Ally Condie

Life is going to throw you some blocks. You will decide if they are going to be your stumbling blocks or your building blocks — Saji Ijiyemi

When people are watching you, it makes you think twice about what you do, and the things you say, and the people you hang around with. — Peyton Manning

When the ship suddenly pitched more steeply, the bookworm lost his grip. He came skipping over the toilet seats - his ass made a slapping sound - until he collided with my father at the opposite end of the row of toilets. "Sorry - I just had to keep reading!" he said. Then the ship rolled in the other direction, and the soldier sallied forth, skipping over the seats again. When he'd slid all the way to the last toilet, he either lost control of the book or he let it go, gripping the toilet seat with both hands. The book floated away in the seawater. "What were you reading?" the code-boy called. "Madame Bovary!" the soldier shouted in the storm. "I can tell you what happens," the sergeant said. "Please don't!" the bookworm answered. "I want to read it for myself! — John Irving