Matzelle Origin Quotes & Sayings

Oh, grown-ups cannot understand, And grown-ups never will, How short the way to fairyland Across the purple hill. — Alfred Noyes

Geniuses are justifiably contemptuous of the opinions of their inferiors. — Jubal

What happened to your tan?"--Fang
"It was dirt." --Max — James Patterson

To appear rich, we become poor. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess Of Blessington

Jazz is a very democratic musical form. It comes out of a communal experience. We take our respective instruments and collectively create a thing of beauty. — Max Roach

And her joy was nearly like sorrow. — John Steinbeck

I overthink a lot of things. — Lee DeWyze

The door stayed closed and Shane heartlessly
bawled that I was to do as bidden and go to bed in the single room. I
stepped up my campaign. Dropping to my knees I rested my forehead
against the door beseeching and wailing: "please, please don't make me
sleep alone, Daddy, don't make me go back in there. There's things
under the bed, evil things with fangs and a taste for boy blood. Daddy
please, I'm frightened. They're coming, let me in! They're coming for
me! DADDY, save me!"
I fell flat on my face as the door was suddenly flung open,
fortunately the men folk were laughing too much to do anything other
than call me a tiresome brat and put me under tickle torture. — Gillibran Brown

You see," said Colon, "thieves are organized here. I mean, it's official. They're allowed a certain amount of thieving. Not that they do much these days, mind you. If you pay them a little premium every year they give you a card and leave you alone. Saves time and effort all around."
"And all thieves are members?" said Angua.
"Oh, yes," said Carrot. "Can't go thieving in Ankh-Morpork without a Guild permit. Not unless you've got a special talent."
"Why? What happens? What talent?" she said.
"Well, being able to survive being hung upside down from one of the gates with your ears nailed to your knees," said Carrot. — Terry Pratchett

When life descends into the pit
I must become my own candle
Willingly burning my self
To light up the darkness around me. — Alice Walker