Nakamatsu Quotes & Sayings

You'd like him back, too, wouldn't you?"
It was difficult for her to turn her eyes away from Farid's face. "He'll never come back," she whispered, and look at Dustfinger. She didn't have the strength to speak any louder. All her strength was gone, as if Farid had taken it away with him. He had taken everything away from him. — Cornelia Funke

He looked at her as if she were already one of the ugly nameless bodies in the mortuary, and with a medical man's sober, somewhat cynical mind, he saw her in front of him, stripped and sliced open. That was his revenge. He caught himself regarding the whole world in that way. — Erik Fosnes Hansen

Indulgence is lovely in the sinless; toleration, adorable in the pious and believing heart. — Sophie Swetchine

I think all gay guys should get married. I think they should have to get married. They should have to adopt kids because, actually, I'm getting tired of their happy-go-lucky lifestyle. I've had it with them being all happy and in shape. I could look good in denim short shorts and combat boots, too, if I had all day to do leg presses at the gym. — Greg Giraldo

Because there was only one thing worse than dying. And that was knowing you were going to die. And where. And how. ("Death Ship") — Richard Matheson

I'm sort of a slob. — Patricia Heaton

But there was no way to know, and no way to go back. I could not revise. I had been who I had been, and so I largely remained. — Kathleen Rooney

I think we all just
love, as best we can, whoever we think can give us what we need. — Maculategiraffe

We've already seen the federal government stretch their regulatory tentacles into our homes and determine what kind of light bulbs we have to use. — Marsha Blackburn

I hate watching myself on film because I am so judgmental. — Tamsin Egerton

A damnably readable, streamlined, yet deeply researched work. Skipping the ancestors and aftermath of conventional biography, Max gives us the man, his work, and his times-the niceties of which (so complicated, so exquisitely intertwined) Max articulates with, well, Wallace-like lucidity and wit. Above all this is the story of a touching young man who insisted on being something better than simply the smartest person in the room. — Blake Bailey

See," Ochwiay Biano said, "how cruel the whites look. Their lips are thin, their noses sharp, their faces furrowed and distorted by folds. Their eyes have a staring expression; they are always seeking something. What are they seeking? The whites always want something; they are always uneasy and restless. We do not know what they want. We do not understand them. We think that they are mad." I — C. G. Jung