Kinistino Cemetery Quotes & Sayings

What type of flavor do you think I prefer?"
She cocked her head. "The subtle, the delicately made. You're the type of person who wants the mystery inside the flower bud."
I can still appreciate the different nuances of the stronger flavors." He studied the orchid in the center of the table. "With the very delicate, you sculpt something down to such a whisper of form, there's nothing else it can be. It's in strength you find surprises, variation. — Joey W. Hill

When they confronted her like this, she felt like a delicate freaking time bomb just waiting for a time and a place to explode. — Missy Lyons

The ladies like that?" a male agent asked Tommy. "Men like it more," Tom told him, which confirmed to Prophet that the physical yank he'd felt toward the man hadn't been his imagination. Fucking accent. — S.E. Jakes

To express oneself badly is not only faulty as far as the language goes, but does some harm to the soul. — Socrates

If I want to ban any newspaper, I will, with good reason. — Yahya Jammeh

Crooked Warden," said Locke, "men are stupid. Protect us from ourselves. If you can't, let it be quick and painless. — Scott Lynch

I am convinced that we will never build a democratic state based on rule of law if we do not at the same time build a state that is-regardless of how unscientific this may sound to the ears of a political scientist-humane, moral, intellectual and spiritual, and cultural. — Vaclav Havel

I don't have too much faith in destiny, or an afterlife. This is it. — Robin Gibb

For my second record I had gotten ProTools (program) and started to familiar myself with hard disc recording. — Duncan Sheik

Hydrogen, helium, lithium -"

She stared at him. "What are you doing now?"

"Listing the chemical elements so I can answer the door without a boner."

"And knowing my mother is on your porch isn't taking care of that?"

"Good point. — Jill Shalvis

the ambiguous conversation with the unseen serving-wench, the bags of hot-grease-scented food hurtling in through the window, condiments in packets, attempting to eat while lurching down a highway, volumes of messy litter that seemed to fill all the empty space in the mobe, a smell that outstayed its welcome. — Neal Stephenson