Lanikai Quotes & Sayings

Faris turned on him. "Why choose to wear black today, of all days? I know why I'm in black. Why are you? Mourning?
He looked startled. "One does not wear mourning for a servant."
You still don't understand, do you? He was not my servant."
He regarded her anger, aghast. "What then? What else could he be?
Her empty hands shook as she held them out to him. Her voice shook as she replied, "Glove to my hand." Slowly she closed her fists. "Everything. — Caroline Stevermer

Promise me something. Anything. One day let me take pictures of you to show you just how beautiful you are. Let me show you how I see you. — F.L. Jacob

I do not turn to history to draw from it an easy lesson of hope, but to confront my experience with that of others, to acquire something I might call universal compassion, and also a sense of responsibility, responsibility for the state of my conscience. — Zbigniew Herbert

I'm really interested in photography, like every other human being. — Alexa Chung

Is that kink I smell?" I sounded like a sexy shark, circling. — Mackenzie Snow

As for style, there is something about the way musicians dress-they seem to be able to create their own world within their fashion alone. — Nicole Richie

Even if it's absurd to think you can change things, it's even more absurd to believe that it is foolish and unimportant to try. — Peter C Newman

Why do authors wish to pretend they don't exist? It's a way of skinning out, of avoiding truth and consequences. They'd like to deny the crime, although their fingerprints are allover the martini glasses, not to mention the hacksaw blade and the victim's neck. Amnesia, they plead. Epilepsy. Sugar overdose. Demonic possession. How convenient to have an authorial twin, living in your body, looking out through your eyes, pushing pen down on paper or key down on keyboard, while you do what? File your nails? ... A projection, a mass hallucination, a neurological disorder - call her what you will, but don't confuse her with me. — Margaret Atwood

Man is the only thing that has no further use after something goes amiss. — Djuna Barnes