Helga Phugly Quotes & Sayings

He's the meanest one. We call him..Byrd the Turd — Marthe Jocelyn

Most of all, Violet will know the smile: a slow and confident widening of a too-abundant mouth. This woman is something more than beautiful, something alchemical, an unstable mixture of rare elements bound together by nerve and charm. Am I interrupting something dreadfully important? she asks, with the ironic warmth of a woman who knows in her bones that she is always the most important object in the room. — Beatriz Williams

I can pretty much say that because of Bruce Lee and Jean-Claude Van Damme, that's why I do what I do today. — Scott Adkins

Republicans can be a funny bunch. They're against affirmative action, but they always seem to be able to find people of color to fill a slot just when they're most needed. — John Ridley

Even philanthropy did not have the desired effect. The genuine as well as the false paper money which flooded Moscow lost its value. The French, collecting booty, cared only for gold. Not only was the paper money valueless which Napoleon so graciously distributed to the unfortunate, but even silver lost its value in relation to gold. — Leo Tolstoy

I fell asleep in a river, I woke in a river,
of my mysterious
failure to die I can tell you
nothing, neither
who saved me nor for what cause - — Louise Gluck

The best road to progress is freedom's road. — John F. Kennedy

No one gives us anything for free,
we become what we're able to do
for ourselves. — Julia Navarro

My main memories of my father are of his illness. — Daniel Day-Lewis

I cannot imagine that I could strive for something if I did not carry hope in me. — Vaclav Havel

To err is human, to eat human is bear. — Jim Kamp

Desire overwhelmed me once she had gone. But it was not a desire for Homer. I had to return to the library. I could already smell the books' muskiness and in my mind turned over pages with as many differing textures as a forest; pages that were brittle and fragile which had to be coaxed to turn; pages that were soft and scented, presenting their words as if the were a gift in the palm of a hand, and pages that fell open heavily of their own accord as if weighted by the importance of their message. But more than anything else I was compelled by their mystery, by all the stories they had yet to tell me.
'I have to go to the library, Homer. I have to be with the books. — Christine Aziz