Kosh Quotes & Sayings

I know that many writers have had to write under censorship and yet produced good novels; for instance, Cervantes wrote Don Quixote under Catholic censorship. — Guillermo Cabrera Infante

Dan didn't know how violently he was biting. Just the absolute closeness. Once upon a time he'd hated that body, smashed it, kicked it, beat it into a bleeding pulp, but now he wanted to crawl into it, or kill it, and maim it, to possess it, eat, tear, destroy it, to take it and never leave it again.
His. The body was his, the man was his. His, his, his alone! — Marquesate

Chester, listen to me!" Uncle Jeff said, holding his face. "It's a sacrifice, for God."
"This is so wrong!" Chester fought back.
"Chester! Be quiet!" he heard his mother's voice from the living room.
"Believe me, Chester. The animal doesn't feel a thing." Uncle Jeff tried to calm him down. "Its soul departs for heaven even before the blade touches its skin." he explained.
"Nice way to rationalize murder," said Chester, walking towards the stairs. — Sulaiman Dawood

Now to die of grief
would mean, I'm afraid, to die
belatedly, while latecomers
are unwelcome, particularly in the future ... — Joseph Brodsky

I don't discuss women at all with anyone. There are good qualities in all women. Some may be lacking in some of these qualities and should have them. I'm liable to say so and hurt their feelings, and it wouldn't be meant that way at all. — Clark Gable

Some battles aren't fought with fists, some are fought by just standing up and facing it, facing the truth, learning that what others have done to you doesn't have to make you who are you. Only you can do that - you have the power to say "enough" and walk away, truly walk away. — Marie Hall

The worst of all human ailments: indecision. — Napoleon Hill

It wasn't the forgetting Caleb didn't like, it was the remembering — C.J. Roberts

To enjoy the beauty of life, live in the moment, not in the past or future. — Debasish Mridha

doesn't know me at all." I try to turn — A. Zavarelli

Knocknaree wood was the real thing, and it was more intricate and more secretive than I had remembered. It had its own order, its own fierce battles and alliances. I was an intruder here, now, and I had a deep prickling sense that my presence had instantly been marked and that the wood was watching me, with an equivocal collected gaze, not yet accepting or rejecting; reserving judgement. — Tana French

Shakespeare might have said, we are consumed with that with which we are nourished by. — Sherry Turkle

All you did was make my life hell, and the lives of others. Do you think any of this matters? In ten years, where will you be? Still judging people on the very little you know about them? — Missy Johnson

Sorry for penetrating your small world. — Jeffrey Kosh