Hi Biri Nasil Yazilir Quotes & Sayings

Do you realize the illicit sensuous delight I get from picking my nose? I always have, ever since I was a child. There are so many subtle variations of sensation. A delicate, pointed-nailed fifth finger can catch under dry scabs and flakes of mucous in the nostril and draw them out to be looked at, crumbled between fingers, and flicked to the floor in minute crusts. Or a heavier, determined forefinger can reach up and smear down-and-out the soft, resilient, elastic greenish-yellow smallish blobs of mucous, roll them round and jellylike between thumb and forefinger, and spread them on the undersurface of a desk or chair where they will harden into organic crusts. How many desks and chairs have I thus secretively befouled since childhood? Or sometimes there will be blood mingled with the mucous: in dry brown scabs, or bright sudden wet red on the finger that scraped too rudely the nasal membranes. God, what sexual satisfaction! — Sylvia Plath

I was a big 'X-Files' fan. I always lamented that I never got to be on 'The X-Files'. — Michael Cerveris

Your boyfriend had a dream about potatoes and you're asking me to interpret it? I'm just old. Being old doesn't mean you know more; it means you ate enough fiber. — Jonathan Carroll

In Nina Kimbereley's garden the scabiosa flowers were dark as garnet brooches; the nicotiana a veil of tossing crimson stars. Nothing was usual, or a dull color. All was exceptional, designed to be exceptional since it had been planned as the background for a beauty by the beauty. — Elizabeth Enright

The first time you see something that you have never seen before, you almost always know right away if you should eat it or run away from it. — Scott Adams

She sent me a text today: Sending out a search party for our friendship.
I haven't responded. I don't know where it is either. — Jandy Nelson

Careful, pot" Tod said. "Someone might notice your resemblance to the kettle. — Rachel Vincent

That wasn't defense. That was fucking psychopath behavior. You were one step behind Hannibal Lecter with that shit. — Alessandra Torre

No matter how many famous people were convicted of rape or murder, still the belief persisted, almost pagan in its intensity: not him. It couldn't be him. He's famous. — Robert Galbraith