Kata Mata Quotes & Sayings

Writing is like pulling teeth out of your penis. — Jonathan Safran Foer

I am a corpse bored with my own funeral. I live like a gypsy, only with less gold and maybe more curses. — Pete Wentz

And the red sun of desire and decision (the two things that create a live world) rose higher and higher, while upon a succession of balconies a succession of libertines, sparkling glass in hand, toasted the bliss of past and future nights. — Vladimir Nabokov

Virtue extends our days: he lives two lives who relives his past with pleasure. — Martial

Life and death are important. Don't suffer them in vain. — Bodhidharma

I'd say that most of life seems to me to be that way, a mixture of the mundane and the mythic, when you're living the life of the mind. — Laurie Foos

How about her?" Ben pointed to a sleek blonde who smiled and preened in response. "I bet she'd like to meet you." "Ooh, she's shiny." "Why don't you go ask her what her name is?" suggested Ben, patting him on the back. "Do I need to know her name?" "I've heard it helps." "Maybe for you," Mal scoffed. "I just call out my own name during sex. — Kylie Scott

Your soul is stained with the blood of the innocent, feel their pain — Neil Peart

Are you glad I came?" "Delighted, dear Carmilla," I answered. "And you asked for the picture you think like me, to hang in your room," she murmured with a sigh, as she drew her arm closer about my waist, and let her pretty head sink upon my shoulder. "How romantic you are, Carmilla," I said. "Whenever you tell me your story, it will be made up chiefly of some one great romance." She kissed me silently. "I am sure, Carmilla, you have been in love; that there is, at this moment, an affair of the heart going on." "I have been in love with no one, and never shall," she whispered, "unless it should be with you." How beautiful she looked in the moonlight! Shy and strange was the look with which she quickly hid her face in my neck and hair, with tumultuous sighs, that seemed almost to sob, and pressed in mine a hand that trembled. Her — J. Sheridan Le Fanu

I hate to fly. I'm deathly afraid of it. — Gina Prince-Bythewood

I love her. She knows it. I don't hide the fact. But I don't think she knows how much I love her. How much my chest expands to a point of pain when she smiles. How I ache when I leave her, how my hands shake when I finally get to touch her again. She is everything I don't deserve, and everything I could ever hope to attain — Alessandra Torre