Holoone Quotes & Sayings

To me, music is no joke and it's not for sale. — Ian MacKaye

Make your footsteps count; let your footprints be counted — Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

I love female company. I love men, but women are different. — Kym Whitley

America is a great place, speech is free and you're able to expose the fact that you're an idiot, — Eric Stonestreet

The sudden hunch, the creative leap of mind that "sees" in a flash how to solve a problem in a simple way, is something quite different from general intelligence. — Martin Gardner

I don't want to stay on the road for the rest of my life. I have two kids. — Scott Weiland

We all like to prove people wrong who say we're no good. — Steve Spurrier

Turns out that once you kill a god, people want to talk to you. Paranormal insurance salesmen with special "godslayer" term life policies. Charlatan's with "godproof" armor and extraplanar safe houses for rent. But most notably, other gods ... — Kevin Hearne

We know too well that our freedom is incomplete without the freedom of the Palestinians. — Nelson Mandela

It's all in my mind.
I'm in my right mind now, and my right mind is crazy.
"You need to wake up, Ella."
The words are a command I cannot obey. — Beth Revis

The real color of my hair is mouse. I always want to be ginger, which I was when I was born, or blond, because I live in L.A., and I want to look like I go surfing without any physical effort. — John Lydon

Work - once merely an annoying nuisance - has become an agonizing torture. — Helen Fielding

Just answer me this. Is she worth it?" Ash's face went blank and cold, like a door slamming shut.
"Would this be considered payment for finding sweetfinger?" he replied in a voice dead of emotion.
The dwarf snorted. "Yeah, sure, whatever. But I want a serious answer, Prince."
Ash was still for a moment. "Yes," he murmured, his voice so low I barely caught it. "She's worth it."
"You know Mab will tear you apart for this."
"I know."
-Dwarf and Ash — Julie Kagawa

Whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement, — Allen Ginsberg