Oblaci Klinac Quotes & Sayings

We've been doing this for 10 years and it's been a hobby for a lot longer than it's been a job. — John Y. Campbell

Whatever. I know that when a monster is chasing you. You take your high-heeled shoes off. I've learned that ... And you never, ever dangle your legs over the edge of the bed at night ... And clowns, well, you get rid of them right away; they are just way too freaky. If the monster doesn't get you, the clown sure will. — Patti Roberts

Thinking is generally thought of as doing nothing in a production-oriented society, and doing nothing is hard to do. It's best done by disguising it as doing something, and the something closest to doing nothing is walking. — Rebecca Solnit

I'm a fan myself, so I try to write the kind of comics I want to read. — Grant Morrison

All good and genuine draftsmen draw according to the picture inscribed in their minds, and not according to nature. — Charles Baudelaire

I watch my loved ones weep with sorrow,
death's silent torment of no tomorrow.
I feel their hearts breaking, I sense their despair,
United in misery, the grief that they share.
How do I show that, I am not gone ...
but the essence of life's everlasting song
Why do they wee? Why do they cry?
I'm alive in the wind and I am soaring high.
I am sparkling light dancing on streams,
a moment of warmth in the fays of sunbeams.
The coolness of rain as it falls on your face,
the whisper of leaves as wind rushes with haste.
Eternal Song, a requiem by Avian of Celieria
from Crown of Crystal Flame by C.L. Wilson — C.L. Wilson

If boys say something that's not funny, you don't have to laugh. — Amy Poehler

That would be awkwarder--for her, at least--than expiring in his bedroom. And yes, she knew that wasn't a word.
She reached his door without either fainting or falling, and counted it as a victory already. And then she raised her hand to knock, but the door whooshed open, and she was pulled inside.
"I was hoping," he began, before lowering his mouth onto hers. — Megan Frampton

He met her on 26 December 1969, five days before the end of the sixties, when he was twenty-two and she was twenty-one. — Salman Rushdie