Lizzyboo Quotes & Sayings

Tattoos. Anyone who doesn't like my art can kick rocks. — T.M. Frazier

There's always pressure, a great deal of pressure, when writing, since my first books were so successful. — Nicholas Sparks

Surely, if Mother Nature had been consulted, she would never have consented to building a city in New Orleans. — Mortimer Zuckerman

Because I wanted to keep you forever.' he whispers.
I drop his jaw and step back. 'You wanted to trap me?'
'Yes,' His eyes drop again. — Jodi Ellen Malpas

It's a privilege to be an actor, as it's not work - it's a job. — Matthew Nable

I wanted to own the air around him. I wanted to subsist on it. — Jack Wallen

Lizzyboo digs me, which is just as well, because if she wants to find the way to my heart she's going to need a fucking shovel. She's going to need to dig up London Fields. — Martin Amis

We've been working now with computers and education for 30 years, computers in developing countries for 20 years, and trying to make low-cost machines for 10 years. This is not a sudden turn down the road. — Nicholas Negroponte

She is older than the rocks among which she sits; like the vampire, she has been dead many times, and learned the secrets of the grave; and has been a diver in deep seas, and keeps their fallen day about her; and trafficked for strange webs with Eastern merchants, and, as Leda, was the mother of Helen of Troy, and, as Saint Anne, the mother of Mary; and all this has been to her but as the sound of lyres and flutes, and lives only in the delicacy with which it has molded the changing lineaments, and tinged the eyelids and the hands. — Walter Pater

I could never trust anyone who's well adjusted to a sick society. — Andrea Gibson

The glistening colours around his eyes had actually spread out farther on his face, creating an incredibly fascinating montage of blacks, blues, purples, and, around the very edge, pinks. I found my eyes drawn to his unnatural skin tones in morbid curiosity. Besides my sick obsession with his bruises, when my eyes would meet his, the fluttering in my stomach would start up, along with my thumping heart. It was interesting that his face was hardly recognisable, but his hot gazes still gave me goose bumps. — Karen Ann Hopkins