Janice Battersby Quotes & Sayings

I shall either find a way or make one. — Hannibal

Peace is not something petty, created by the mind; it is enormously great, infinitely extensive, and it can be understood only when the heart is full. — Jiddu Krishnamurti

A transvestite spends her entire life trying to look as feminine as possible and I have clearly spent mine celebrating my masculinity. — Vin Diesel

I rolled my eyes."Be quiet or I'll be forced to flick you."
"Ooh," he mocked. "The ultimate threat. I don't think I've ever been flicked before. — Alexandra Adornetto

To get the truth, you want to get your own heart to pound while you write. — Robert McKee

Stupid girl, I thought. How many hands must he have held before mine? How many girls must have fallen for a lifetime into those bright green eyes only to hit rock bottom. Girls whose hearts he'd broken and left to pick up the pieces of a shattered fantasy lost to male ego and the need to break more. And this was why my track record with men was so pathetic. It didn't matter how well crafted the act was, or even how poorly crafted, I always fell. And hard. — Shawn Kirsten Maravel

He seemed to think we were on the same page. I wasn't even sure we were reading the same book. — Jodie Andrefski

Power
Living in the earth-deposits of our history
Today a backhoe divulged out of a crumbling flank of earth
one bottle amber perfect a hundred-year-old
cure for fever or melancholy a tonic
for living on this earth in the winters of this climate.
Today I was reading about Marie Curie:
she must have known she suffered from radiation sickness
her body bombarded for years by the element
she had purified
It seems she denied to the end
the source of the cataracts on her eyes
the cracked and suppurating skin of her finger-ends
till she could no longer hold a test-tube or a pencil
She died a famous woman denying
her wounds
denying
her wounds came from the same source as her power. — Adrienne Rich

Freedom costs too much — Pierce Brown

One naked star has waded through
The purple shallows of the night,
And faltering as falls the dew
It drips its misty light. — James Whitcomb Riley