Katina Alexander Quotes & Sayings

One day I'll kill him, you know.
I glanced at her. She was deadly serious. — Ilona Andrews

And it's not a finger-pointing issue to me; I take as much responsibility as I can. It was more just me not really knowing what I wanted to do and how to get it done. — Justin Guarini

Who will make a doore of gold must knock a naile every day. — George Herbert

We all make mistakes. Big and small. But you don't have to let them define you forever. — Debbie Macomber

Usually in theater, the visual repeats the verbal. The visual dwindles into decoration. But I think with my eyes. For me, the visual is not an afterthought, not an illustration of the text. If it says the same thing as the words, why look? The visual must be so compelling that a deaf man would sit though the performance fascinated. — Robert Wilson

Mouse sandwiches and open graves?" Meredith arched an elegant eyebrow. "I think you're getting Stephen King mixed up with Lewis Carroll. — L.J.Smith

Insensitivity to human pain and sorrow, isolation from the international experiences of exploitation and misery, and indifference to the great questions of economic justice and human rights must mark a human being a savage in the twenty-first century, whatever his or her humanistic conquests in terms of literary skills or refined taste. — Michael Buckley

Being an official divorce brought late-night channel-surfing up to a staggering new level of depressing. I just wanted to belong to someone already. — Jonathan Tropper

A friend should be a master at guessing and keeping still: you must not want to see everything. — Friedrich Nietzsche

If the law is written on your heart, you don't need anyone to spell it for you. — Matshona Dhliwayo

I didn't know what I wanted. Maybe I never had. The emotional distance was never worth the togetherness, and yet I didn't learn. Nothing had changed. Had he reached for me, I would have forgotten to behave sensibly. Desire has no reason, and the need for intimacy had never stopped. I had not conjured up the images in years, his lips on mine, his hands, the urgency of our hunger. Now I was tormented by the memories. — Patricia Cornwell

We live through sound and light - through our technologies. — Lidia Yuknavitch