Katagiri Midnight Quotes & Sayings

My dear fellow, what does it matter to me? Supposing I unravel the whole matter, you may be sure that Gregson, Lestrade, and Co. will pocket all the credit. That comes of being an unofficial personage." "But he begs you to help him." "Yes. He knows that I am his superior, and acknowledges it to me; but he would cut his tongue out before he would own it to any third person. However, — Arthur Conan Doyle

I'm a bit more of a suspense reader on the adult side, but my favorites were the ones I grew up reading. — Jennifer Armentrout

Death, I now see, may not come when I am 85 and weary, or after I have solved all my problems or met all my deadlines. It will come whenever it damn well pleases; all I can control is the time between. So when I see something I want, I grab it. If the tulips are particularly yellow, I buy them. — Joyce Wadler

He had already learned there was only one day at a time and that it was always the day you were in. It would be today until it was tonight and tomorrow would be today again. This was the main thing he had learned so far. — Ernest Hemingway,

I do sometimes strongly hope that in a past life, my most recent life before this, I was absolutely horrible, evil, hideous. Because otherwise - well, hell, to even things up next time around, I'm going to have to pay for this one, am I not? — Vanessa Paradis

Such things as anguish, woe, affliction, guilt, feelings of awfulness, and utter wretchedness, the bread and butter of Days of Yore and Russians, sadly have very little staying power in these lickety-split Modern Times. — Marisha Pessl

Googling is not spying. It's social networking. — Sarah

I'm at that point again where it don't matter where he is to me anymore. — Patsy Cline

-I swore an oath...to honor the Compact, to bring justice to the Society of Man. You swore the same. But you forgot what that meant. Everyone has. That is why this world is broken. Maybe the next one can be better.-

-This world is the best we can afford.- — Pierce Brown

A saint is long past any desire for distinction; he is the only sort of superior man who has never been a superior person. — G.K. Chesterton

To pull the metal splinter from my palm my father recited a story in a low voice. I watched his lovely face and not the blade. Before the story ended, he'd removed the iron sliver I thought I'd die from. I can't remember the tale, but hear his voice still, a well of dark water, a prayer. And I recall his hands, two measures of tenderness he laid against my face. — Li-Young Lee