Loremaster Drops Quotes & Sayings

My short stories are like soft shadows I have set out in the world, faint footprints I have left. I remember exactly where I set down each and every one of them, and how I felt when I did. Short stories are like guideposts to my heart ... — Haruki Murakami

O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice? — William Wordsworth

Yes, the living, the mangled, the scarified, with the crazed responsibility of remembering everything, everything. — Edna O'Brien

The wheel that squeaks gets the oil. — Tracey Emin

My mother did not think mustaches were feminine. I don't know why. — Cynthia Kadohata

Furi's palm was dry and the painful friction he jerked his cock with was tipping him over the edge fast. He opened his mouth wider, feeling Syn's length harden to granite right before the first hot splash of come hit his tongue. Syn bucked hard against him as usual, his orgasm kicking his ass. Syn bowed over Furi's head and grunted hard as the ruthless tremors racked his body. Furi barely had time to swallow the first couple of spurts before more creamy goodness flooded his mouth. Salty, warm and plentiful. Furi squeezed his eyes shut and kept the tight hold on Syn's cock in his mouth while he fucked his own a couple more times into his fist and shot his load over his other hand. Furi released a long throaty groan while he milked his cock head for the last drops. Furi — A.E. Via

Nothing ever really ends. That's the horrible part of being in the short-story business - you have to be a real expert on ends. Nothing in real life ends. 'Millicent at last understands.' Nobody ever understands. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

It is not dirt but the fear of dirt which is the sign of man's degeneration, and it is dangerous to judge a man's physical and moral sanity by outside standards. — Lin Yutang

I liked tap, because I liked hearing the results of my movements. — Suzanne Farrell

For myself, I favored the abstract. I collected not just obsolete terms and words, but ideas. — Jasper Fforde

I ended up with enough equipment to bring full employment to a vale of sherpas - — Bill Bryson

Maybe we just lived between hurting and healing. — Benjamin Alire Saenz