Polypeptides Over 100 Quotes & Sayings

Iain didn't know what to say to her. They had all asked an incredible amount from her. She was such an innocent, too. Hell, she wasn't even married, and yet they'd demanded she deliver a baby. He wasn't even certain if she knew how Isabelle had conceived the babe. — Julie Garwood

I will say that 'Source Code' proved to be a very tricky film to shoot. — Michelle Monaghan

Fiction is only a set of colors, however beautiful, passing over the landscape for a time - the spirit, perhaps, but not the substance. — Bill Bonanno

Kick the crutch out from under your excuses — Lorii Myers

Do I trust you? thought Gerta. I barely know you and you frightened me and then you kissed me, and truth be told, that frightened me even more. — T. Kingfisher

He sat on his bed watching Willa straighten her hair. We may have been in crisis mode, but that didn't mean her hair had to look like it. — Amanda Hocking

Do you want me because you love me or because I provide you normality drag? — Thomm Quackenbush

The simple fact that something has not been done, is no proof that it cannot be. — Iain Pears

There is no fruit so sweet as the one you cannot taste, eh, my young friend? Eh? Eh?" He waggled his eyebrows in what Jezal felt was a most unsavoury fashion. "I — Joe Abercrombie

I hope you never hear those words. Your mom. She died. They are different than other words. They are too big to fit in your ears. They belong to some strange, heavy, powerful language that pounds away at the side of your head, a wrecking ball coming at you again and again, until finally, the words crack a hole large enough to fit inside your brain. And in so doing, they split you apart. — Mitch Albom

But the sweet face of Lucy Gray
Will never more be seen.
The storm came on before its time:
She wandered up and down;
And many a hill did Lucy climb:
But never reached the town. — William Wordsworth

Henry's also an insomniac. He suffers from Restless Leg Syndrome. I feel the sheets twitching as his legs move restlessly and think about how incredibly bourgeois we are, with our Sur La Table kitchenware, our Sundance catalogue lamps, our upper-middle class insomnia. Why can't we sleep, I wonder? We have enough to eat, we have a roof over our heads, we're not living in a mud hut sporting a thatch of gnarled leaves that barely cover our genitalia. I'm filled with self-loathing. — Shannon Bradley-Colleary

Once a woman put her hand in a gate and it ate her fingers. A five-legged spider with red eyes crawled out. That woman put in three fingers from her other hand, so that the spider might be complete. Do you have that integrity of purpose, sister? — Yoon Ha Lee

By adopting a certain physical posture, a resonant chord is struck in spirit. — Bruce Lee