Onnen Quotes & Sayings

The God of War will see fair play-he's often slain that wants to slay! — Homer

1. Place all filling ingredients except fish in a blender and puree smooth.
2. Evenly coat the fish filets with achiote mixture; cover and allow to marinate at room temperature for 20 to 30 minutes.
3. (ook fish on a charcoal or gas grill or in the oven broiler for approximately 3 minutes per side, depending on thickness of filets. (We think fish tastes best when cooked medium rare to medium, especially when it is very fresh.)
4. Allow to cool for a few minutes and slice for tacos.
5. Serve in soft corn or flour tortillas.
Serving suggestions: Garnish with a fresh fruit or tomato-habanero salsa — Susan D. Curtis

I prefer creeptastic," Mom answers with a smile. — Paige McKenzie

The truth is you can learn to love unconditionally and, in the process, open up your own intuition to heights you may never before have deemed imaginable. — Catherine Carrigan

I only know two things in life for certain: I know I love her and I know when her memory of our time together fades, I'll still feel exactly the same as I do today. Time is irrelevant, as I once said to her. And I'm happy wasting every second of it on her. — Kelly Moran

She knew them by their thick woven cloaks, their hanging hair and beards, and their Anglisc voices: words drumming like apples spilt over wooden boards, round, rich, stirring. Like her father's words, and her mother's, and her sister's. Utterly unlike Onnen's otter-swift British or the dark liquid gleam of Irish. Hild spoke each to each. Apples to apples, otter to otter, gleam to gleam, though only when her mother wasn't there. — Nicola Griffith

Jesus fucking shit cock sucking whore in a wicker basket — Jay McLean

Could it ever be explained, how matter becomes conscious? — Ian McEwan

As a boy, Ogion like all boys had thought it would be a very pleasant game to take by art-magic whatever shape one liked, man or beast, tree or cloud, and so to play at a thousand beings. But as a wizard he had learned the price of the game, which is the peril of losing one's self, playing away the truth. The longer a man stays in a form not his own, the greater this peril. Every prentice-sorcerer learns the tale of the wizard Bordger of Way, who delighted in taking bear's shape, and did so more and more often until the bear grew in him and the man died away, and he became a bear, and killed his own little son in the forests, and was hunted down and slain. And no one knows how many of the dolphins that leap in the waters of the Inmost Sea were men once, wise men, who forgot their wisdom and their name in the joy of the restless sea. — Ursula K. Le Guin