Laksha Quotes & Sayings

You suggested, Jonas, that perhaps she wasn't brave enough? I don't know about bravery: what it is, what it means. I do know that I sat here numb with horror. Wretched with helplessness. And I listened as Rosemary told them that she would prefer to inject herself. — Lois Lowry

What you do is more important than how much you make, and how you feel about it is more important than what you do. — Jerry Gillies

He was lying, but I realized he wasn't lying to me. He was lying to himself. "You love so hard and hate so cold." "Shay. — Tijan

The tendency of modern American women to exclaim 'Hiiiiiiiiiiii!' in soprano octaves and hug each other upon sight can be disconcerting to those unfamiliar with it. — Kevin Hearne

Male guilt avoidance syndrome,' explained my father. 'It's a recognised medical condition by 2054. — Jasper Fforde

In the large sense the primary cause of the Great Depression was the war of 1914-1918. Without the war there would have been no depression of such dimensions. There might have been a normal cyclical recession; but, with the usual timing, even that readjustment probably would not have taken place at that particular period, nor would it have been a Great Depression. — Herbert Hoover

Bullshit, as you Americans say.
He's Irish.
The Irish say bullshit too. — Kevin Hearne

How can I be assured the apple you bring me is Idunn's?
Well, it'll be golden, for one thing, and after you take a bite of it you should feel pretty fucking good. — Kevin Hearne

You don't need to say any special incantation or sacrifice a stray cat or something first? — Kevin Hearne

There is a fertile stretch of flat lands in Indiana where unagarian Eastern travelers, glancing from car windows, shudder and return their eyes to interior upholstery, preferring even the swaying comparisons of a Pullman to the monotony without. — Booth Tarkington

When I was a little kid I thought I would grow up to be black and sing jazz in nightclubs. — Molly Ringwald

But enough of phenomenology; it is nothing more than the solitary, endless monologue of consciousness, a hard-core autism that no real cat would ever importune. — Muriel Barbery

An elderly diner from a neighboring table had been dying for an excuse to stare at the exotic woman with rubies around her neck, and now Laksha had provided her one by laughing so loudly. She noticed the woman's stare and waggled her finger between us and explained, "We were just talking about goatfucking." The woman's eyes bulged in shock - and so did those of her dinner companions - but rather than scold Laksha for being so rude, they hastily returned to attacking their enchiladas with their dentures, eyes studiously contemplating plates of melted cheese and red sauce. — Kevin Hearne

Mr. Tall, Blonde and Lightning — Kevin Hearne