Delvon Arrington Quotes & Sayings

If you can lie, you can act, and if you can lie to crazy girlfriends, you can act under pressure. — Joe Rogan

He had a hundred arms that broke into a hundred thousand fingers, and all of his fingers reached up into the sky. The weight of the sky was heavy on his shoulders. — Neil Gaiman

The third, the dark, was a flux of forms, a perpetual coming together and falling asunder of forms. The light contained the docile elements of a new manifold, the world of the body broken up into the pieces of a toy; the half light, states of peace. But the dark neither elements nor states, nothing but forms becoming and crumbling into the fragments of a new becoming, without love or hate or any intelligible principle of change. Here there was nothing but commotion and the pure forms of commotion. Here he was not free, but a mote in the dark of absolute freedom. He did not move, he was a point in the ceaseless unconditioned generalization and passing away of line. — Samuel Beckett

You can turn around now," Mamieo said primly. When they did, she was holding a delicate dagger in her hand.
"And where'd you get that?" Finn asked.
"I had it about me," Mamieo said primly. "I don't go about unarmed, boyo."
"It took you three full minutes to find the thing," Finn pointed out.
"Was it lost?" Aiden asked.
Mamieo flushed. "It was not. — Kersten Hamilton

John Boehner is a friend. — Dan Webster

Is that what this ring means? That I come to your rescue? — Christina Lauren

I don't think I have to combat Airbnb. It is like comparing Tiffany to a shop that sells things for one dollar. — Harry Triguboff

The idea of being a show runner was very attractive to me, to create and control something. — Nic Pizzolatto

I do think non-linearly. So I think that comes off as nervousness or anxiety in a person. — Michaela Watkins

I'm not sure I could write a straight urban fantasy any more than I could write a straight contemporary story. I would end up being intimidated by all the small details. — Anne Bishop

Often when he was teaching me to write in Greek, the Fox would say, "Child, to say the very thing you really mean, the whole of it, nothing more or less or other than what you really mean; that is the whole art and joy of words." A glib saying. — C.S. Lewis

Extinguish my eyes, I'll go on seeing you.
Seal my ears, I'll go on hearing you.
And without feet I can make my way to you,
without a mouth I can swear your name.
Break off my arms, I'll take hold of you
with my heart as with a hand.
Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat.
And if you consume my brain with fire,
I'll feel you burn in every drop of my blood. — Rainer Maria Rilke

I am thinking of poets who haven't written well in years
but who rubbed against the sun twenty years ago
Aren't they in their own kinds of prisons too? — B.J. Ward