Frart Quotes & Sayings

I think good-looking naked ladies turn on the majority of men. — Steve Albini

Trent nodded, that same tight look about his jaw. "It would have worked except for one thing," he said, and Wayde looked up.
"What's that?" he asked blearily.
Silent, Trent stared at me while my heart hammered, once, twice, three times. "She's got friends," he finally said. — Kim Harrison

I wanted to be involved in music and I felt I needed to get in quick. I didn't want to spend four years in college and then hope for the best. I gave myself a year, which is why I kept pushing people for a chance. I literally felt my whole life was in the balance. Music was my life, and I was scared of having time pass by and missing my chance. — Guy Oseary

To be wise, be always simple, loving and kind. — Debasish Mridha

It - I was pretty much equipped, by experience and inclination, for mayhem. — Jim Butcher

Hunger, after all, is a more potent seasoning than salt. — Tessa Dare

Liberty is always unfinished business. — American Civil Liberties Union

Aside from myself, there was no sign of me. — Nicole Krauss

Consider this, and in our time As the hawk sees it, or the helmeted airman: — Helen Macdonald

It was still twilight when they reached the flat rock. They sat, and the stone still held the warmth of the day's sun. At first there were only occasional sparkles, but as it got darker Chuck was lost in a daze pf delight as a galaxy of fireflies twinkled on and off, flinging upward in a blaze of light, dropping earthward like falling stars, moving in contiuous effervescent dance. — Madeleine L'Engle

He had known instinctively that it was always better to tell a partial truth with a willing aspect than to tell a perfect truth in a defensive way. — Eleanor Catton

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturitions are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles,
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and slipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't. — Douglas Adams