Naiziin Quotes & Sayings

Death is an insatiable creature with greedy hands. — C.J. Redwine

Let's all be different same as me. — John Brunner

What I've realised is that when I walk into a club, I don't feel good, I feel uncomfortable. I wonder what to do, I look for my drink ... it's not necessarily an enjoyable experience, so why would I put myself through that? — Shiloh Fernandez

Understanding. I was in love with Ian Aberdeen. So deeply, so incredibly. And it was true and it was sublime and it was mine.
Nothing could take that away from me and that was absolutely freeing to me. I owned that love. I chose it. I owed no one for it because it couldn't have been purchased. It belonged to me free and clear. I had never felt more empowered. — Fisher Amelie

On the mainland, a rain was falling. The famous Seattle rain. The thin, gray rain that toadstools love. The persistent rain that knows every hidden entrance into collar and shopping bag. The quiet rain that can rust a tin roof without the tin roof making a sound in protest. The shamanic rain that feeds the imagination. The rain that seems actually a secret language, whispering, like the ecstasy of primitives, of the essence of things. — Tom Robbins

He would work through the night and sleep until lunch. There wasn't really much else to do. Make something, and die. — Ian McEwan

Just shut up and listen."
"Well since you ask so nicely ... ."
There was silence. I listened. He didn't say anything.
"Are we communicating through the Psychic Hotline or what? — Josh Lanyon

The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less. — Eldridge Cleaver

Despite what those on the happily coupled sidelines might think, 99 percent of online dates weren't exciting enough to be fun or nerve-racking enough to be adventurous. They were just...awkward. Boring. An hour of small talk with someone you'd think twice about saving from a burning building. Online dating was like Russian roulette. Mostly misses. But sometimes, people Evie knew had met that all-too-rare bullet: a smart, aesthetically pleasing New Yorker who was still single. Maybe tonight, Evie thought, is the night I blow my brains out. — Georgia Clark