Elucidare Quotes & Sayings

I'm not a notch on a belt."
"You could never be a notch, London Chantelle. You're the whole belt, sugar. — Elizabeth SaFleur

Fry me an optimist for breakfast. — Mark Twain

The Second Amendment isn't about duck hunting or target shooting. — Massad Ayoob

Silence is the most perfect expression of scorn. — George Bernard Shaw

I'd been an expert at taking beatings. Then I had a lucky break where I did a bully in, by total sheer luck ... One minute I was the mark, and with just one swift move, I put the big man in school down ... Once he was down, the whole atmosphere in the schoolyard changed. A huge cloud seemed to be lifted from me ... I'd never been aware the cloud was so large. — Keith Richards

For those looking at me, meeting me for the first time, it is the body they see. I am labelled as disabled. — Giles Duley

Look at this charming donkey! — Kenneth Clark

I think editors have to come out of a certain kind of community. — Bill Joy

Nobody could be a professional cartoonist, because you have to do something you don't like to do in order to be a responsible adult and pay the rent. — David Rees

What are you doing?" I growled, sounding more amused than the angry I was going for. "Trying to keep you here," he said earnestly, locking his eyes on mine. "You can stay in my bedroom, and we'll just lock the door and have mad sex twenty-four-seven. — Maris Black

The only upside to that ice-cold bath was that Ike has gotten wet and tossed his shirt, and Jess thought she might be willing to be sick more often if it meant getting to see him shirtless. Because, holy bad-ass tattooed biker on a stick, he was so freaking hot. Cut muscles, ink everywhere, two insanely delicious indents low on his waist. And scars Jess has no idea how Ike had gotten.
All that goodness and Jess couldn't even see the big Ravens tat that she knew covered Ike's broad back. But she'd seen it before, back at Hard Ink when Jeremy occasionally did a new piece for Ike. She'd seen it enough to know that she'd love to have a good reason to dig her fingers into that tat ... — Laura Kaye

The edge of a colossal jungle, so dark-green as to be almost black, fringed with white surf, ran straight, like a ruled line, far, far away along a blue sea whose glitter was blurred by a creeping mist. — Joseph Conrad