Derfel Cadarn Quotes & Sayings

I'm not having sex with you today."

"You say that every day and guess what? We still have sex every day... twice yesterday if I recall, three times if you include last night."

"I get it," I growled. "I have a weakness for your cock. No need to rub it in me face."

"There is always a need to rub my cock in your face. — L.A. Casey

People are afraid of happy endings because they're too sad and unsure of themselves.They don't believe they deserve one. — Keltie Colleen

Leadership is the art of the future. — Leonard Sweet

Only the blank page needs no editing. — Marty Rubin

Speaking of lunacy,' remarked Pyrgus later, 'are you in love with my sister?'
Oh, yes!' Henry said at once. — Herbie Brennan

In the kingdom of glass everything is transparent, and there is no place to hide a dark heart. — Vera Nazarian

I sighed. What was the use? How could I compete with thousands of free samples? This street fair was supposed to be my way to attract more customers, to get the word out that I had the best baked goods in town, and I couldn't even get anyone to stop and try them. "Hey there," a kind voice called — Stacey Alabaster

Because the bill vests in the said incorporated church an authority to provide for the support of the poor and the education of poor children of the same, an authority which, being altogether superfluous if the provision is to be the result of pious charity, would be a precedent for giving to religious societies as such a legal agency in carrying into effect a public and civil duty. — James Madison

My recovery is the single greatest accomplishment of my life. Without that, the rest of my life would have fallen apart. — Martin Sheen

Friendly people serving friendly people — Flirtease

You can get into a comfort zone writing lyrics, like wearing a mask. But I wanted to feel uncomfortable when I was listening back to [the lyrics]; I wanted to squirm. — Yannis Philippakis

Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.
I was lone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
and nigh swamped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.
But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence!
Oh the roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad!
Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my boundless desire, my shifting road!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
and weariness follows, and the infinite ache. — Pablo Neruda

Let's just say when she's seventy, she'll be a leading candidate for the Olivia Foxworth award. — V.C. Andrews