Kieno Vardu Quotes & Sayings

What's the difference between a woman and a psycho? A woman you can see coming a mile away (both on the streets and in the bedroom) ... a psycho ... she takes her time to spread her satanical, thorned-wings of feminine injustice until HOLY FUCK WE'RE GONNA NEED A BIGGER BOAT ...
... although actually, there really is no difference, now that I think about it. — Dave Matthes

The only way to free ourselves from the destructive influence of counterfeit gods is to turn back to the true one. The living God, who revealed himself both at Mount Sinai and on the Cross, is the only Lord who, if you find him, can truly fulfill you, and, if you fail him, can truly forgive you. — Timothy Keller

Over the weekend, of course, down there in Washington, D.C., they had the big White House Correspondents' Dinner. Do you know who was really funny? President Obama. So funny, in fact, he has already been promised 'The Tonight Show' in five years. — David Letterman

Oi," Wayne said, hustling up beside him. "A good plan that one was, eh?"
"It was the same plan you always have," Wax said. "The one where I get to be the decoy."
"Ain't my fault people like to shoot at you, mate," Wayne said as they reached the coach. "You should be happy; you're usin' your talents, like me granners always said a man should do."
"I'd rather not have 'shootability' be my talent."
"Well, you gotta use what you have," Wayne said, leaning against the side of the carriage as Cob the coachman opened the door for Wax. "Same reason I always have bits of rat in my stew. — Brandon Sanderson

Who cares whether they laugh at us or insult us, treating us as fools or criminals?" Hitler wrote in Mein Kampf. "The point is that they talk about us and constantly think about us. — Volker Ullrich

Don't wait for wisdom to come and rescue you, seek it daily. — Matshona Dhliwayo

Beautiful people are forgiven more often than the rest. — Mason Cooley

We should be worried about online silos. They make us stupid and hostile toward each other. — Larry Sanger

Lucien was sitting on his front porch, drinking — John Grisham

Aubade"

I know my leaving in the breakfast table mess.
Bowl spills into bowl: milk and bran, bread crust
crumbled. You push me back into bed.

More "honey" and "baby."
Breath you tell my ear circles inside me,
curls a damp wind and runs the circuit
of my limbs. I interrogate the air,

smell Murphy's Oil Soap, dog kibble.
No rose. No patchouli swelter. And your mouth -
sesame, olive. The nudge of your tongue
behind my top teeth.

To entirely finish is water entering water.
Which is the cup I take away?

More turning me. Less your arms reaching
around my back. You ask my ear
where I have been and my body answers,
all over kingdom come. — Amber Flora Thomas

I don't want to be a mentor in my bedroom ... — Ellen Barkin