Nasally Def Quotes & Sayings

I've always been a very active person. — Andie MacDowell

Style ought to prove that one believes in an idea; not only that one thinks it but also feels it. — Friedrich Nietzsche

There is something fascinatingly awkward about an author photo. I'm drawn to those glossy shots in the back of books, mostly because the subjects never look happy to be there. — Pamela Ribon

The brown-eyes angel was weeping over the demon. The angel wept because she was grieved at the mere thought of someone hurting him — Sylvain Reynard

It's immoral to let a sucker keep his money, — Mike McDermott

Something doesn't look right," Vee said. "Is the tire supposed to look like that?"
I banged my head against the nearest tree trunk.
"So we've got a flat," Vee said. "What now? — Becca Fitzpatrick

She had been lying there, facedown in the water long before the tide had turned at 3.04 that morning. Her eyes were staring into the river, her blonde hair first fanning out, then drawing back under her head with the wash of the water, like a pulsating jellyfish. The belt of her raincoat was caught on the branches of an overhanging tree and she'd been hooked, destined to forever flap against the corner of the broken pier with outstretched arms. She wasn't going anywhere now; she was simply bobbing up and down with the rhythm of the water - and she hadn't blinked in a long while. — A.J. Waines

I'm a total nerd. I love comic books and video games and most of all zombies! — Katie Leclerc

We were created to be deliverers to the people — Sunday Adelaja

I sold my elegant blackness to all those childhood ghosts and now they pay me for it. — Toni Morrison

Kissing is like drinking tea with a tea strainer, you can never get enough. — Bob Hope

I went to a Christian school, and as a kid, we weren't allowed to really watch anything violent, even 'Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.' — Maggie Grace

As an actor you want to just like, act as much as possible. — Alia Shawkat

What killed people wasn't a bullet, a blade, a fist to the face. What killed people was a feeling. Left too long. Sometimes in the cold, frozen. Sometimes buried and fetid. And sometimes on the shores of a lake, isolated. Left to grow old, and odd. — Louise Penny