Griffel Magazine Quotes & Sayings

Strictly cop and go's until we laid in the Galapagos
Eating tacos, higher than an opera note — Action Bronson

Culture represents a novelty in the world of nature, and it could have added an effective, unifying edge to the forces of natural selection. — Richard Leakey

I cannot choose to ignore this feeling, of life slowly bleeding out of me. I cannot ignore the fact that life only makes sense to me when I see a smile, or feel another hand in mine. — Bernard Beckett

God designs people's emotions so you fall in love with people who, in return, wouldn't even use your hollowed-out skull for a spittoon. — Scott Adams

Christ, I need you," he swears. "If you don't stop me now, I'm going to fuck you, darlin'."
He licks a line from my neck to my earlobe, taking it into his mouth and sucking, his tongue flickering.
"Jay," I moan his name, and an appreciative groan rumbles up out of his chest. "Yes. Please. — L. H. Cosway

My style is a mashup of different eras, but each piece I have makes me feel good about myself. I do have a taste for expensive shoes. — Wynter Gordon

As I went walking That ribbon of highway I saw above me The endless skyway I saw below me The lonesome valley This land was made for you and me. — Woody Guthrie

We may love imperfectly, we may love blindly, but love we must.
WARS OF THE FLESH — Germaine Shames

In heaven and earth, pride, self-exaltation, is the gate and the birth, and the curse, of hell.1 — Andrew Murray

The Father wipes the silver chalice with a beautiful linen rag large as a small tablecloth, turns the cup two inches each time to keep you from having to drink where the last worshipper lipped it, as if that takes care of the germs. But I don't care, I always reach out very piously - that's to say, in slow motion, the way you move for some reason to take and eat the body of Our Savior - reach out and lay my hand over the Father's in somber reverence to the moment and then press down as the silver rim clears my upper lip and suck a slug of wine that should have fed six communers. I have to, because the bread of His body is stuck to the roof of my mouth like a rubber tire patch, and if I can't wash it loose by swishing His blood around, I'm going to have to dig it off with a finger, in slow motion, and possibly gag. When — Padgett Powell

The regret, these two words were etched into my forehead, I was sure. — Vann Chow

I was still much too aware of him. His scent tickled my nose, clean and fresh with a mouthwatering maleness. I inhaled deep. The sound of his heart beating drove me wild. It thumped in my mind like a sensual music. He came across as utterly delicious. — Eve Langlais