Imazighen Quotes & Sayings

We don't get all better; we don't fix everything that's broken. We just learn how to work around the broken bits. How to do the best we can with what we have, and who we are. — Lilah Pace

Yeah..so this one time I got kicked out of Barnes and Noble for putting all their Bibles in the fiction section. — Corey

And Lord did I push, for thee more hours
I pushed, I pushed so hard I shat,
Pushed so hard blood vessels burst
in my neck and in my chest, pushed so hard my asshole turned inside-out like a rosebud. — Beth Ann Fennelly

It was like hearing customs from an undiscoverd race: what men thought was unimaginable....She wondered if all human activity were like this, everything, every gesture, every comment colored faintly by gender. Each side continually astonished, confused by the other's misperceptions. p 133 — Roxana Robinson

They used to say, 'If we find a good black player, we'll sign him.' They was lying. — Cool Papa Bell

You're going to be happy. I promise." He kissed her again, and then he said the words she didn't want to hear. "It's time. — Elizabeth Finn

I'd just bought a pistol and a silencer without even having to tell the guy my name. What a damned country. — Scott Pratt

Let the writer take up surgery or bricklaying if he is interested in technique. There is no mechanical way to get the writing done, no shortcut. The young writer would be a fool to follow a theory. Teach yourself by your own mistakes; people learn only by error. The good artist believes that nobody is good enough to give him advice. He has supreme vanity. No matter how much he admires the old writer, he wants to beat him. — William Faulkner

I don't know whose ride I crave more the owner or the car? It's a tough toss up. Being that I've ridden in the car already, I would have to say the owner is next — Gabbie S. Duran

The next morning dawned cool and clear. The early mist had lifted, leaving a thick layer of dew clinging to the hillsides beyond the castle, shimmering in the morning sun like faerie dust sprinkled over a lush bed of emerald.
Like his eyes. — Monica McCarty

You mean you're comparing our lives to a sonnet? A strict form, but freedom within it? Yes. Mrs. Whatsit said. You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you. — Madeleine L'Engle