Maphead Quotes & Sayings

I have this clutter of questions all churned together in my mind and they won't stop churning. I've found out too much and not enough. there are too many pieces that could go together too many ways and I can't stop shifting them around. There has to be some way it all makes sense and it doesn't yet."
"You're asking a lot of life if you want it to make sense."
Most of the time, Joliffe was of the same opinion, but he shook his head against it now like against a fly's buzz and said nothing, frowning at the pen he was still twirling.
Basset watched him a moment, then said,
"Well, if you can't let it go, go at it as if you were trying to make a story of all these pieces you have. Shift them around and fill the gaps until they make the sense you want. — Margaret Frazer

French rhetorical models are too narrow for the English tradition. Most pernicious of French imports is the notion that there is no person behind a text. Is there anything more affected, aggressive, and relentlessly concrete than a Parisan intellectual behind his/her turgid text? The Parisian is a provincial when he pretends to speak for the universe. — Camille Paglia

Pools, MapHead knew, were generally green and rock-strewn. He must have heard it wrong. This must be a swimming flume. — Lesley Howarth

The power to do anything was incredible. Incredibly isolating. If all places were the same to him, where did he belong? — Lesley Howarth

I sort of felt -- frightened, you know?
Frightened of what?
Being alone.
Alone is scary. I know what you mean.
Plus, I'm scared of myself. — Lesley Howarth

It is better to travel than to arrive. Better, by far, to find your own way than to have someone else choose it for you -- don't you think? — Lesley Howarth

Haters scream, trying to bring me down, but my Beliebers can scream louder than that and I am proud of that. — Justin Bieber

His knowingness made him cold. — Lesley Howarth

And would not her fastidious litheness take away the heavy taste of the fleshy girls in the Citrus Inn? McGee, the Perfidious. — John D. MacDonald

Please," he said, "you don't understand. My first time on my won. I don't know what I'm doing, and I can't have it on me, and I don't know what's right when you know you can choose and it's turned out fine today, how do you do? — Lesley Howarth

You're special, not strange. You should be glad. — Lesley Howarth

Breakfast was an irritable business. The clock, on the wall, MapHead noticed, seemed to make everyone unhappy. Everyone checked the clock on the wall, then rushed around looking grim. It would be a simple matter to fix it, MapHead thought. No reason not to be happy. — Lesley Howarth

He might never hear of them again in his life. Or there again, he might. That was the joy of travelling. Anything could happen — Lesley Howarth

Revenge was an odd thing it could motivate a person like nothing else. It was my opinion that people who lacked motivation in life had a deficit of revenge. That wasn't my problem, though.
When it came to revenge, I had an abundant surplus. — Nicole Williams

The very use of the term "mental illness" (rather than, say, "neurosis", "insanity", "nervous breakdown", or other euphemisms) can be seen as an effort to move certain kinds of psychological distress into the biomedical realm. — Carl Elliott

But somewhere there was a place they shared, a place where one thought knew the next, so that which thought it meant nothing so much as a taste shared, a smell well-remembered, an echo sounding between them. — Lesley Howarth

Nothing ever really goes away. — Lesley Howarth

Everything would go on, whether he did or not. That was its beauty and its strength. His life, his hope, his dreams. Nothing cared, so he'd better. — Lesley Howarth

Furi gripped Syn's ass in a grip sure to leave finger-marks and slammed his hot mouth over his cock, taking him down to the base in one swallow. An animalistic lust coursed through him with an intensity he'd never felt. Syn was hit hard with hunger and he roughly grabbed two handfuls of Furi's hair and pumped his cock as far down his throat as it could go while he loudly groaned his release. Sweltering heat surrounded his cock as he shot jet after jet of hot, thick come inside that heavenly cavern. Syn had absolutely no poise or courtesy as he used the hell out of Furi's mouth, fucking his dick in between those pretty pink lips until he had no strength left. Furi — A.E. Via

Invisibility was a tricky thing to get right. It had to do with blocking the way people saw you -- with absorbing light instead of reflecting it. — Lesley Howarth