Keontre Cagle Quotes & Sayings

At no time in the past century has public distrust of the government been so broadly distributed across the political spectrum, as it is today. — Phil Zimmermann

Self-righteous people can talk themselves into forgetting they are part of a civilization. They can then feed on that culture, bringing it down. It's happened many times in the past. It could happen to us. — David Brin

In the woods lay a bleeding angel in all her glory. Her arms posed gracefully above her head and her hair soaked in the mud, the blood and feces in which she lay. Dying, fading into the other realm, her form christened by the rain as though the trees had begun to weep upon her in sadness for the brutality she had endured. (The Children of Ankh series) — Kim Cormack

All we did for the rest of that evening was sing, the dying sun pitched in a corner of the sky as faint as a nipple on the chest of a teenage girl a distance away. — Chigozie Obioma

I'm sorry.
I couldn't love you.
I couldn't.
Because he...
...appeared before me. — JiUn Yun

I'm serious!" the bearded guy said. With his eyes bright like that, Nicky saw that he wasn't as old as he had seemed at first. She wasn't used to seeing young guys with beards. "I know it was ego too, and they didn't think of it like that, exactly - but that's the beautiful thing about it. It was all accidental, kinda. And to get to your question, the traditional graf scene died out with the flashing technology. 'Cause it was super hard to get paint, and even if you did get a piece up it'd be flashed off in a second. There were a few writers who got into flash pieces- — Jim Munroe

Judiciary is where my passion is. — Patrick Leahy

Mary Walker rolled down her window, hoping the fresh October air would enliven her. Instead, the smell of autumn, the breeze, and the half-hidden moon reminded — Ernie Lindsey

This is the first language of your body. It is the word ne. When you bleed each month, as when the moon comes and goes in its journey, you leave the world of men. You enter the body of all women, who are connected to all of nature. — Lidia Yuknavitch