Okayanie Quotes & Sayings

When it comes to sitting down and composing, there is no hesitation, no concern, no critics breathing fire down my neck. For me, writing a song is the purest part of all. No one can mess with that. — Rufus Wainwright

I believe that the American audience is not so dumb that they wouldn't be interested in a black story. — Euzhan Palcy

Goodness & love are as real as their terrible opposites, and, in truth, far more real, though I say this mindful of the enormous evils ... But love is the final reality; and anyone who does not understand this, be he writer or sage, is a man flawed of wisdom. — Sheldon Vanauken

We were given our agency. We must use it wisely and remain close to the Spirit; otherwise, we foolishly find ourselves yielding to the enticements of the adversary. — Boyd K. Packer

There aren't any real strong people anywhere. Only people who can put on a good show of being strong. — Haruki Murakami

My publisher's been shipping me to comic-cons, and it seems that my readership overlaps perfectly with the comic-con crowd. — Chuck Palahniuk

When every brake hath found its note, and sunshine smiles in every flower. — Edward Everett

Just getting to know each other, Cap," Day answered. "Officer Ronowski was just showing my partner the correct technique for choking the shit out of a suspect." Day grinned. "Isn't that right, Officer Ronowski?" Day gave the still-coughing officer a hard smack on his back, while Godfrey gave him the look of death. "Yeah. We're just fucking around, sir," Ronowski barely huffed out while rubbing his red throat. "Well — A.E. Via

The counterfeits of the past take assumed names, and are fond of calling themselves the future. That eternally returning spector, the past, not infrequently falsifies its passport. — Victor Hugo

Megga couldn't sing, but she was mad to be kissed. She and Alla played a kissing game sometimes, she confessed, but it wasn't the same as kissing a man, much less a king. Sansa wondered what Megga would think about kissing the Hound, as she had. He'd come to her the night of the battle stinking of wine and blood. He kissed me and threatened to kill me, and made me sing him a song. — George R R Martin