Leyshons Books Quotes & Sayings

I lean closer to him, so close I can smell his skin, and when I speak, I can see how the little hairs near his ear move with my breath. I also want you to know that I won't kill you right away. But that you'll wish I had. — Beth Revis

I told Hugh Hefner, "I have this crazy boyfriend." And Hef was like, "You're not going anywhere with a crazy boyfriend," and so he put me in a mansion in Bel-Air with an opera singing Chinese maid, and I was driving a Bentley, and a friend of mine came by and was like, "What is going on? Why are you living in this mansion?" And I was like, "Isn't this what happens when people move to LA? — Pamela Anderson

I'm the chief science officer of a foundation that works on the application of regenerative medicine to the problem of aging. — Aubrey De Grey

First and foremost, praying about things and having the good Lord as a part of my life is a huge grounding thing for me. — Ashton Shepherd

(Riku and Mickey walk towards DiZ, who stands at the middle of an intersection)
Riku: What are you making me choose now?
DiZ: Will you take the road to light - or the road to darkness?
Riku: Neither. I'm taking the middle road.
(Riku walks past DiZ)
DiZ: You mean the twilit road to nightfall?
(Riku turns around)
Riku: No ... The road to dawn. — Square Enix

A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic. — Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin

at times the just must pay for sinners. — Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra

There is nothing - nothing - like writing a great joke and having that joke kill onstage. — Judy Gold

I'm so happy with 'Grease' and 'Xanadu,' particularly because of the music in both films. — Olivia Newton-John

I myself will perhaps cry out with all the rest, looking at the mother embracing her child's tormentor: 'Just art thou, O Lord!' but I do not want to cry out with them. While there's still time, I hasten to defend myself against it, and therefore I absolutely renounce all higher harmony. It is not worth one little tear of even that one tormented child who beat her chest with her little fist and prayed to 'dear God' in a stinking outhouse with her unredeemed tears! — Fyodor Dostoyevsky