El Bees Quotes & Sayings

I do not do free e-books. I occasionally like to eat that thing you people call "food". — Carla H. Krueger

Horror itself is a bit of a bullied genre, the antagonist being literary snobbery and public misconception. And I think good horror tackles our darkest fears, whatever they may be. It takes us into the minds of the victims, explores the threats, disseminates fear, studies how it changes us. It pulls back the curtain on the ugly underbelly of society, tears away the masks the monsters wear out in the world, shows us the potential truth of the human condition. Horror is truth, unflinching and honest. Not everybody wants to see that, but good horror ensures that it's there to be seen. — Kealan Patrick Burke

Sometimes when the wind is blowing in my hair,
I cry because its coolness is too beautiful — Bob Kaufman

Walk around the right corner in Sin City and you can find anything you want. — Rob Ford

She was used to this, being grabbed by men who walked around in a cloud of cologne-drenched entitlement, with the presumption that, because they were powerful and found her beautiful, they belonged together. — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

A mountian bike race is a constant hard effort for two to three hours. In road racing the efforts often come in surges. You ride easy for awhile then you have to make an extreme, hard effort. They are two different efforts, two different forms of suffering. — John Tomac

I remember one point seeing I had like 60-some different cell phones. I know I only use one. — Bernie Kosar

I spent so much energy on cutting and pasting together the person I wanted to be that I forgot who I was. — Maggi Myers

I was like a bird, my wings once carried on a wind of lies. I would beat those wings to stay aloft, and when the wind suddenly died or buffeted me around, I would keep beating those strong wings and fly in my own slice of wind — Amy Tan

I will be ruthless in cutting out waste, streamlining structures and improving efficiency. — Theresa May

The silence was deafening. All around Gala, the fairgoers stood as though frozen in place, staring at the near-accident in morbid fascination. The ale merchant recovered first, jumping toward the shocked child to pull her away from under the barrel. As soon as the girl was not in danger, Gala felt her focus slipping, and the barrel fell, breaking into little bits of wood and splashing ale all over the place. — Dima Zales