Gamebook Cz Quotes & Sayings

I don't own any stocks or bonds. All my money is tied up in debt. — George Carlin

The older lives like not to be stood in rows or at right angles. — W. H. Auden

I like any music I can feel. — Burning Spear

Why the book 11.29.69 was written? (Very good question) - it was written because Stephen King was inspired about what will happen if it can be changed??? — Deyth Banger

When I met Eric Clapton, I was a very young girl. I was 20 years old. And we were linked for a very short time, and then we became friends. And then we lost touch, which I'm really sorry about. — Carla Bruni

Hugging makes a tender heart. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Once an ill can be patiently born it is robbed of its poison if not its pain. — Henry Ward Beecher

She understood the risks, the limits, the possible consequences, and she was willing to accept all of that in return for the sheer joy of being with him. One night with him ... one hundred ... whatever fate allowed her, she would take. — Lisa Kleypas

He is as good as his word - and his word is no good. — Seumas MacManus

Better you're my enemy and happy than my friend and miserable — Gena Showalter

Augustus: It's a metaphor
Hazel: You choose your behaviours based on their metaphorical resonances ...
Augustus: Oh yes, I'm a big believer in metaphor, Hazel Grace
*taps car window*
Hazel: I'm going to a movie with Augustus Waters, please record the next episodes of the ANTM marathon for me — John Green

An actor without a playwright is like a hole without a doughnut. — George Jean Nathan

I love my relationship with Coach Vermeil because it is one of the few genuine relationships that I have. — Dante Hall

I'm very happy that John Tory won. We need a mayor of Toronto that will work with the municipalities of the Greater Toronto Area. We are the economic engine of Canada and we're not operating on all cylinders by any means. — Hazel McCallion

She cannot remember her mother's face ... This is the woman who brought her into the world ... This is the woman her father loved. Yet every time she turns her mind's eye in her mother's direction she sees only the men she is talking to, the children she is playing with, the maids to whom she is giving orders ... She begins to realise how alike they are, she and her mother, these blank sheets on which men have written their stories, the white space between the words, making all their achievements possible and contributing nothing to the meaning. — Mark Haddon