Diluant Quotes & Sayings

I don't want to wreck my voice. I love to concentrate on playing the bass and keeping it very rock-solid. If I were singing, I would have blown out my voice. — Tina Weymouth

When I near Charlie's house, I notice she's standing in the doorway with a spatula in her hand. Despite being on edge, I can't stop myself from grinning. I feel like such a chick around her sometimes, like I'm seconds away from buying a tiara and starting my period. — Victoria Scott

People don't stand up and protect their dreams because they get spoofed in a way. — Kanye West

Genre is a bookstore problem, not a literary problem. — Rick Moody

Popular culture has twisted it, but popular culture has twisted madness in general. They make it funny, they romanticize it, or they make it exaggerated. But true mental illness is nothing to laugh at. I stayed in the Birdcage for some time, I've seen scary things, and I've become numb to a great deal, but going mad is perhaps the scariest. — Wildbow

In the name of celibacy, sex has been repressed for centuries and you have become just full of sexuality. Rather than transcending it you are boiling within. — Rajneesh

Consider this book, then, a feminist anatomy of the trainwreck. It's an effort to figure out who she is: why she's making us so angry; what, in general, she hath done to offend us. These are questions of more immediate and personal relevance than you may think: When women look hard enough at the trainwreck, we almost invariably end up looking at ourselves. — Sady Doyle

I could not write about 'ordinary people' because I am not in the least interested in them. — H.P. Lovecraft

I want a president who can handle a cream soda. — Al Franken

What a ball from Frank. Frank and I go back years. He used to do that when I was at Ajax. — Dennis Bergkamp

Sexuality and sensuality are completely different things. Sensuality is something that you're born with. But sexuality is something I leave for my own mirror. — Ricky Martin

Before there was an American Story, before Paterson spread before Oscar and Lola like a dream, or the trumpets from the Island of our eviction had even sounded, there was their mother, Hypatia Belicia Cabral: a girl so tall your leg bones ached just looking at her, so dark it was as if the Creatrix had, in her making, blinked. — Junot Diaz