Delarent Quotes & Sayings

Other writers definitely influence my writing. What encourages me and inspires me is when I read a good book. It makes me want to be a better writer. — Kimberly Willis Holt

I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos-especially activity that seems to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom ... Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical. — Jim Morrison

So what's your second suggestion?"
"Tread lightly."
"That's it? That's the best advice you can give me?"
"All right, tread very lightly. — Sarah MacLean

I'm not exactly in a position where I get to be super-picky about the roles I get. But I would also never want to be a part of something that I think is poor in taste or doesn't align with what I believe in. — Tavi Gevinson

Yesterday all five living presidents gathered for the opening of the George W. Bush presidential library in Dallas. Well, six living presidents if you count Hillary in 2016. — Jay Leno

I strongly support not just citizenship classes but also teaching children how the law works and the many ways it affects their lives. — Cherie Blair

What you see as cosmos is a living mind - intelligent space. — Jaggi Vasudev

Oh, Hell. Must. Mate. Immediately. — Laini Taylor

I guess, for me, I've always thought that there was humor everywhere. And as a kid, I just, you know, I grew up an only child, and I - sort of nothing made me happier than to make my parents laugh. I remember I had costumes and things laying around the house that I was, you know, anything that I could do to make my parents laugh. — Justin Timberlake

There were certain films where I went, 'Oh, my God, I'm doing a movie.' — Salli Richardson

When the Internet arrived in Ireland ... it was like having Amsterdam's Red Light District in your own living room. — Tom Dunne

He arched a brow. "Miss Lahey, are you flirting with me?"
"Well, hot stuff, if you have to ask, I'm not doing it right."
His laughter rumbled low, slithering heat underneath my skin. I pulled him to me, backing him against the table, risking a literal firestorm as his lips laid upon mine with a burning promise of
"That's how babies are made!"
I reeled back and knocked over a chair. "Aunt M!"
"Sex kills!"
"M, seriously." Mom walked into the kitchen and rolled her eyes.
My aunt patted her belly. "It killed my waistline." Then she cackled.
Who was the banshee now?
"Ayden and Rory sitting in a tree," Selena sing-songed, "making b-a-b-b-y-n-g."
"Mom!"
"Selena," Mom admonished. "That's not the right spelling. — A&E Kirk