Goombay Festival Quotes & Sayings

The sisters she loved at the Black Cottage are gone. Arsinoe saw her chance and she took it. So next time, Mirabella will take hers aswell. — Kendare Blake

It's always more intriguing to imagine what's happening, as opposed to seeing everything, because then you can use your imagination. I always wanted to be at a distance. — Sofia Coppola

The tabloids wanted to know whether the dragon was receiving benefits. The gossip magazines claimed to have found a woman who was bearing the dragon's baby. The fashion magazines did spreads on draconian style. This apparently consisted of gaunt models with sunken eyes, swathed in clouds of chiffon and arranged in awkwardly erotic positions on piles of gold coins. — Zen Cho

If, in moving through your life, you find yourself lost, go back to the last place where you knew who you were, and what you were doing, and start from there. — Bernice Johnson Reagon

Writing a book is like dating. It's exciting. It's dreamy. And after four years, I just want to end it. — Carole Radziwill

I am no theologian. I would not be surprised, however, if Heaven proved to be a cozy kitchen, where delicious treats appeared in the oven and in the refrigerator whenever you wanted them, and where the cupboards were full of good books. — Dean Koontz

I give Cronkite a whole lot of credit. — Ben Bradlee

When he began to move, it wasn't with the urgency she expected given their rushed beginnings. It was with a slow deliberation that would destroy her. — Cherrie Lynn

The great William Shakespeare said, "What's in a name?" He also said, "Call me Billy one more time and I will stab you with this ink quill. — Cuthbert Soup

I love other movies that have been made since, but I think more than any comic book movie, 'Superman' just totally seemed to capture superheroes in ways that others have not. — Brian K. Vaughan

Do I need to wriggle my breasts at you again?"
"No, please. I don't know if I'd be able to stand the theological debate that would follow. — Brandon Sanderson

he -
the fatal lodestar - sinks
his rapier into the ground,
reclines on a four-poster bed

of crinoline and trash, remembers
the fidelity of man, his honorific
native tongue, humbly requests
a glass of water. It is the last glass

of water in the world. The fly
merely circulates. I could die here,
not unhappily, but won't; -
the world will continue,

panoptic, bread will be baked,
the children will sleep fast.
It is the first day of the last day.
The low tide moans its applause — Virginia Konchan