Dulcies Taste Quotes & Sayings

His face darkens. He glares at me and I glare back. "Fine!" he yells. "I'm jealous! Are you happy now!"

And then he jerks is head toward mine and he kisses me. On the lips. — Jenny Han

Doodles were fertile ground; they were the visual evidence of heavy cognitive lifting. Although this was not always true: Ricky Lepardo was a doodler and he was not a heavy cognitive lifter. — Reif Larsen

If I'm a genre writer, I'm at the edge. In the end, they do work like genre fiction. You have a hero, there's a love interest, there's always a chase, there's fighting of some kind. You don't have to do that in a novel. But you do in a genre novel. — Alan Furst

For each one of us stands alone in the midst of a universe. — John Buchanan Robinson

It will take some time to add all the books I read in the past 61 years! — Els Boot

Every sin brings its punishment with it. — George Herbert

Let us blame none, let us blame our own Karma. — Swami Vivekananda

Artists usually don't make all that much money, and they often keep their artistic hobby despite the money rather than due to it. — Linus Torvalds

Now I am not against widgets, those small third-party applications that people can put on their Web pages on social networks like Facebook and MySpace, in general. — Kara Swisher

Someone once asked me, 'How long does it take to do your hair.' I said, 'I don't know, I'm never there.' — Dolly Parton

It was like the Secret Garden.
Of dead people. — Chelsea Fine

People check their phone an average of 110x a day. — Jay Baer

I've read many, many books involving heartache. Not one has ever described it as little. Soul-shattering and world-destroying yes. Little, no" -Madeline — Nicola Yoon

I didn't mind my own company as a child; I was happy playing alone in the sandpit. — Michael Leunig

And it's a life with no shortage of moments to recommend it, a life that picks up speed like a boulder rolling down a hill, easy and natural and comfortable, and yet beyond control somehow; it all happens so fast, you wake a young man and at lunch are middle-aged and by dinner you can imagine your death. — Jess Walter