Fayard Auto Quotes & Sayings

Psychedelic telepathy is you 'see' what I mean. — Terence McKenna

I know strong cages that are narrow and difficult to avoid: the cages of love. I'm not sure if others build them, like a tailor makes clothes fitted for you, or if you make them on your own. Whether it's the love of a mother, of a child, or of a mate, all cages are made of threats and guilt. — Sibyl Von Der Schulenburg

I shutter to think your demon fingers ever held my gentle skin. Your aged, jaded heart ever held me-if even for a moment-inside hers. I shake when I think your name knows mine, your lips have touched mine.
You didn't break my heart, you tortured her. And for what, but the bitter revenge of the one who had destroyed you, long before I even knew you.
I could say you are dead, but you are very living. You live to destroy, as you were once destroyed. You live to kill. — Coco J. Ginger

I think technology is spreading, and I think one's experience of technology is going to relate increasingly to class - not so much to country. — Daniel Suarez

For obvious reasons, the relationship between novelists, the reviewing establishment and critics in general is chronically, and often acutely, edgy. A kind of low-intensity warfare prevails, with outbreaks of savagery. It is partly an ownership issue. Who, other than its creator, is to say what a work of fiction means or is worth? It can take years to write a novel and only a few hours for a critic, or a reviewer rushing for a tight deadline, to trash it. — John Sutherland

A man may debar nonsense from his library of reason, but not from the arena of his impulses. — Rex Stout

I never imagined my life would be the way that it has been for the past 30 years. I have had the best experiences a person can have-and the worst as well. — Columba Bush

I was a horrible limo driver: I ran out of gas with passengers in the back and I used to get lost on a regular basis. — John Slattery

One summer afternoon Mrs Oedipa Maas came home from a Tupperware party whose hostess had put perhaps too much kirsch in the fondue to find that she, Oedipa, had been named executor, or she supposed executrix, of the estate of one Pierce Inverarity, a California real estate mogul who had once lost two million dollars in his spare time but still had assets numerous and tangled enough to make the job of sorting it all out more than honorary. — Thomas Pynchon

Maybe getting more isn't the answer to life. Maybe it's giving. — Jen Lilley