Perdonados Letra Quotes & Sayings

I was just wondering if you'd come along to hold up my head when my head won't hold on. — Dave Matthews

My use of the medium - photography - is in some ways traditional. — Andres Serrano

I'm very interested in heritage restoration, and I'm working with a group of people to create a number of academies and performance spaces to encourage native arts and crafts and to explore African history. — Hugh Masekela

All writing is pigshit. — Antonin Artaud

Doc lowers the gun and stares at the man he just shot. "See, regret eliminated." When he looks at me, I see blood painting his face. His expression is that of a madman. "Welcome to hell, Ryler, a place where the evil thrive and the weak die. This man was weak. My son was weak. And now they're both paying for their sins." Having no idea how to react, I just stand there, staring at the gory scene, the scene I helped cause. Doc snatches a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his face off. Then he throws it to me. "Clean yourself up." I — Jessica Sorensen

Being on a lunchbox was awesome, and being on a thermos was pretty cool, too. — Zach Galligan

Yeah, he'd been trained to be good with details, but once his dick started working, his brain generally shifted to standby. — Pamela Clare

Farewel happy Fields
Where Joy for ever dwells: Hail horrours, hail
Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell
Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings
A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time.
The mind is its own place, and in it self
Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
What matter where, if I be still the same,
And what I should be, all but less then he
Whom Thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free; th' Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
Here we may reign secure, and in my choyce
To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heav'n. — John Milton

In retrospect, you know all the answers. You know the shadowy throes of your heart. — Leah Raeder

I look all-woman on the outside, but inside I'm empty. Dead. A vast space of nothingness. — Cindy Vine