Dragonforged Quotes & Sayings

One of the many downsides to being a drug addict is never really knowing if the stuff is real. — Rebecca McNutt

The book didn't come to any conclusion, and nobody wants to read a book that doesn't have one. For me, though, having no conclusion seemed perfectly fine. — Haruki Murakami

Sometimes it takes an outsider, someone with fresh eyes to see the truth. — Ally Carter

Being in The Fall isn't like being in another group. It isn't a holiday. A lot of musicians are really hard to deal with. They aren't as smart as me. — Mark E. Smith

You are fucked up
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And still we are friends!? — Deyth Banger

Every novel is a biography. Well, then, this is a novel [The Paper Men] which is a biography that is pretending to be an autobiography. That's what you could say about it. — William Golding

I don't see any point in playing the game if you don't win, do you? — Babe Didrikson Zaharias

France has been struck on the day of her national holiday - the 14th of July, Bastille Day - the symbol of liberty, because human rights are denied by fanatics, and France is clearly their target. — Francois Hollande

Love, you drive me to distraction. — Dave Matthews

If we all gave all our goods to the poor, the church would fall apart. If we all hated our father and mother, as Jesus told us to, there'd be an end of the church's emphasis on the family as being the one important thing holding the whole society together. There are all sorts of ways in which the church's teachings contradict directly what Jesus says in the Gospel. — Philip Pullman

Habit, of which passion must be wary, may all the same be the sweetest part of love. — Elizabeth Bowen

At first the beauty of the melodies and of the interwoven words in elven-tongues, even though he understood them little, held him in a spell, as soon as as he began to attend to them. Almost it seemed that the words took shape, and visions of far lands and bright things that he had never yet imagined opened out before him; and the firelit hall became like a golden mist above the seas of foam that sighed upon the margins of the world. Then the enchantment became more and more dreamlike, until he felt that an endless river of swelling gold and silver was flowing over him, too multitudinous for its pattern to be comprehended; it became part of the throbbing air about him, and it drenched and drowned him. swiftly he sank under its shining weight into a deep realm of sleep. — J.R.R. Tolkien