Mewhalf Quotes & Sayings

After that, everything seemed to happen so fast, so deliberately, so naturally that I don't remember any of it anymore. — Albert Camus

Life doesn't go on forever, and you don't want to drop dead without ever having done what you wanted to do. — Meg Rosoff

A group of owls is called a parliament, wisdom, or study. — Kimberley Payne

No one can give you faith. It is a gift from God alone. Seek and ye shall find. Read the Gospels. There is no other way. — Jennifer Worth

Dead men tell no tales, Mary. — Daphne Du Maurier

I believe I'm very normal. I'm hyper-normal. I'm more normal than anyone else I know. I think my thoughts, my indulgences, my desires, my pleasures may at first appear different, but that is only because they are more normal, not because they are more esoteric.
I believe I am bored when other people are bored, only faster. I am interested when others are interested, only more interested. But I also think I'm less, rather than more, intelligent than other people.
By indulging my interests through my life, and perhaps because of rather than despite many failures, I have been able to design my life. — Richard Saul Wurman

He greeted me in his usual attire - pajama pants. "Hey stranger!" he said, hugging me for a few long seconds. "I've already set up the board. Can I get you some rose"
I nodded, overwhelmingly relieved to be with another human being - even if he was really a wolf in grandma's clothing. Or was he just a wolf in wolf's clothing? After all, he wore pajamas ... Hmmm. I contemplated all this as he poured me a glass of wine.
"Mind if I smoke?" he asked as he lit up a joint and motioned me over to the sleek brown couch. Italian, of course.
Through the three windows that faced south, north, and west, I saw the Statue of Liberty, and Ellis Island, where I had paid to have my parents' names inscribed in the immigrant wall of honor. Some American Dream this was! — Inna Swinton

[Fiction and poetry] are medicines, they're doses, and they heal the rupture that reality makes on the imagination. — Jeanette Winterson

Dry-humping, I believe it's called. — Michael Muhammad Knight

But a sliver of un-crossable distance had slipped between them; an invisible, wisp-thin no man's land. — M.L. Stedman

I subscribe to that school of thespian - to be a wandering minstrel or traveling player, a thing ofrags and patches, of ballads, songs and snatches. — Julian Sands

He did not know why her presence made him confess things unconfessed in his own mind. — Ayn Rand

How many frogs would fit in lizard's stomach? — Lauren Myracle

I looked into that empty bottle and I saw myself. — Grace Metalious