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Makabeliko Quotes By Susan Crandall

I wanted to say something to make her feel better, but I didn't know what words could have that much magic. — Susan Crandall

Makabeliko Quotes By Stephanie Pearl-McPhee

Your average knitter, obsessed as we are with the art form, is quickly going to begin producing far more in the way of warm things than are needed by even an arctic-bound knitter. Knitting breeds generosity, true ... but perhaps in a hurry to avoid burying ourselves in hand-knits. There are only so many scarves one knitter can use. — Stephanie Pearl-McPhee

Makabeliko Quotes By Faith Hunter

Admitting that Katie had taken too much blood was on par with saying an adult human had pooped their pants or eaten their own boogers! — Faith Hunter

Makabeliko Quotes By Dick Van Dyke

Julie's voice could have been used to tune a piano. She was pitch perfect - and I never was. I was enjoyably close. — Dick Van Dyke

Makabeliko Quotes By Deyth Banger

... To save your life... you should be my biatch... you like this... don't ya???... off.... you make.... me sick! — Deyth Banger

Makabeliko Quotes By Samuel Beckett

You lean back against the door with bowed head making ready to set out. By the time you open your eyes your feet have disappeared and the skirt of your great coat come to rest on the surface of the snow. The dark scene seems lit from below. You see yourself at the last outset leaning against the door with closed eyes waiting for the word from you to go. To be gone.Then the snowlit scene. You lie in the dark with closed eyes and see yourself there as described making ready to strike out and away across the expanse of light. You hear again the click of the door pulled gently to and the silence before the steps can start. Next thing you are on your way across the white pasture afrolic with lambs in spring and strewn with red placantae. — Samuel Beckett