Metabolites Journal Quotes & Sayings

If I keep looking at her long legs I'm gonna have an accident. "How's that sister of yours?" I ask, changing the subject.
"She's waiting to beat you again at checkers."
"Is that right? Well, tell her I was goin' easy on her. I was tryin' to impress you."
"By losing?"
I shrug. "It worked, didn't it?"
I notice her fidgeting with her dress as if she needs to fix it to impress me. Wanting to ease her anxiety, I slide my fingers down her arm before capturing her hand in mine.
"You tell Shelley I'll be back for a rematch," I say.
She turns to me, her blue eyes sparkling. "Really?"
"Absolutely."
During the drive, I try and make small talk. It doesn't work. I'm not a small talk kind of guy. It's a good thing Brittany seems content without talking. — Simone Elkeles

for Wainaina, Afropolitanism has become the marker of crude cultural commodification - a phenomenon increasingly "product driven," design focused, and "potentially funded by the West." Through an Afropolitan lens, "travel is easy" and "people are fluid." Certainly, magazines, designers, and business execs have seized the term for their own purposes. — Anonymous

Don't think of happiness and success as a marathon you have to complete. Think of happiness and success as a few steps you take each day." Ray White — Ray White

[On refusing to do nude movie scenes:] There are certain people who should know what you look like naked. I just don't think your high-school algebra teacher should be one of them. — Julia Roberts

Hybridity keeps me from being rigid about most things. It has taught me to appreciate the contradictions in the world and in my life. I scavenge from the best. — Jessica Hagedorn

She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him. — Markus Zusak

The best songs are stories, and the best singers storytellers. Great singers can make you care about what they're feeling. You have a sense of knowing them. — Steve Ross

I have always had a dread of becoming a passenger in life. — Princess Margaret

She entered his life without knocking, as one might step into the wrong room because of its vague resemblance to one's own. She stayed there forgetting the way out and quietly getting used to the strange creatures she found there — Vladimir Nabokov