Mirlyn Quotes & Sayings

There's just enough drinking and cheating songs around without me adding to them. Unless you've got something better than "Misery and Gin" by Merle Haggard, you're beating a dead horse. — Aaron Watson

I leaned my head on the back of the wooden chair and looked over at his handsome profile, all alight in the glow of the fire. For a second he looked like a God, maybe of the Sun, all golden and beautiful, his own magnificence outdoing that of the dancing flames. — Mia Sheridan

In a quiet Franciscan monastery kind and silent monks looked after me. After many weeks I was discharged. Unfit for further service. — Ernst Toller

I've said my patience is not infinite. — Darrell Issa

When writing a book what is more important? Grammar and spelling or telling a great story? I know which I would choose. — Samuel Colbran

I went through a phase where I wanted to be a writer ... but it's not social enough. — Sophie Kennedy Clark

I used to spray tan a lot when I was a teenager. The last time I got spray-tanned was for the Golden Globes. And I was like, 'I love spray-tanning so much.' I still really like it. But it definitely makes me look like I have leprosy, after a point. — Emma Stone

Dempsey could beat anybody he could hit. The only reason that he couldn't do anything with fellows like Tunney or Greb or myself was he couldn't hit us. — Tommy Gibbons

The really royal calling of the philosopher (as expressed by Alcuin the Anglo-Saxon): To correct what is wrong, and strengthen the right, and raise what is holy. — Friedrich Nietzsche

'The 25th Hour' came out of the decision - a really very conscious decision - that I needed a story set within a compressed time frame because that would help focus the story. — David Benioff

Maybe you are just a liquid dream. Seeping into my soul in the dead of night when everything sleeps apart from my memories from another life, another electric, terrifying, lasciviously greedy time, when your lips touched my body, while mapping the skincape unfolding beneath your breath leaving a ripple of mesmerising carnal pleasures, lingering in my veins...Or maybe you are not... — Virginia Alison

Good morning," he drawled. She straightened her shoulders with the silent reminder that she had to be as distant as he was. "My lord." He gave her an indulgent smirk. "As much as I like to be referred to as your lord, I think we've gone far beyond those empty platitudes. You have called me Ethan several times." He hesitated and tapped his chin. "Actually you moaned it once. I prefer you call me that while we are alone together. — Jess Michaels