Karnik On Black Quotes & Sayings

She couldn't see an ounce of fat on him. No wonder he strutted around buck naked. He was built like a god. He was more than naked. He was hard. And getting harder by the second. — Eden Connor

I love playing with the conventions of fantasy, and breaking rules, and crossing lines. — Lev Grossman

O sky above me, you modest, glowing sky! O you, my happiness before sunrise! Day is coming: so let us part! — Friedrich Nietzsche

At one of the annual conventions of the American Society for Aesthetics much confusion arose when the Society for Anesthetics met at the same time in the same hotel. — Rudolf Arnheim

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. — Ray Bradbury

A lot of us are working harder than we want, at things we don't like to do. Why? It figures! In order to afford the sort of existence we don't care to live. — Bradford Angier

She gave up trying to understand herself, and the vast armies of the benighted, who follow neither the heart nor the brain, and march to their destiny by catch-words. The armies are full of pleasant and pious folk. But they have yielded to the only enemy that matters - the enemy within. They have sinned against passion and truth, and vain will be their strife after virtue. As the years pass, they are censured. Their pleasantry and their piety show cracks, their wit becomes cynicism, their unselfishness hypocrisy; they feel and produce discomfort wherever they go. — E. M. Forster

Come on, you winefizzling, ginsizzling, booseguzzling existences! Come on, you dog-gone, bullnecked, beetlebrowed, hogjowled, peanutbrained, weaseleyed fourflushers, false alarms and excess baggage! Come on, you triple extract of infamy! Alexander J. Christ Dowie, that's yanked to glory most half this planet from 'Frisco Beach to Vladivostok. The Deity ain't no nickel dime bumshow. I put it to you that he's on the square and a corking fine business proposition. He's the grandest thing yet and don't you forget it. Shout salvation in king Jesus. You'll need to rise precious early, you sinner there, if you want to diddle the Almighty God. Pflaaaap! Not half. He's got a coughmixture with a punch in it for you, my friend, in his backpocket. Just you try it on. — James Joyce

When she got back from taking Cassie to school Fancy knew that she ought to be working on her wilderness romance. She had promised thirty thousand words to her editor by tomorrow, and she had only written eleven. Specifically:
His rhinoceros smelled like a poppadom: sweaty, salty, strange and strong.
Her editor would cut that line. — Jaclyn Moriarty

Do you know much about the Vittra?"
"Some." He held out an orange slice to me. "Want some?"
"No, thanks." I shook my head. "How much is 'some'?"
"I meant like a slice or two, but you can have the rest if you really want. — Amanda Hocking