Ponton Princecraft Quotes & Sayings

Shauna stalks into a room as though it offends her. She was a plus-size model, one of the few known by one name. Shauna. Like Cher or Fabio. She stood six one and weighed one hundred ninety pounds. She was, as you might expect, a head-turner, and all heads in the waiting room obliged. Shauna — Harlan Coben

Tell them I'm like you," Gavriel said as they began to slow down.
Aidan laughed. "I think they can see you're not like us anymore."
"No," he said. "Tell them you know me. That I'm like you, one of you. From the party. Tell them."
"Wait," said Winter. "Wait. Is he saying he wasn't at the party? Did you meet him by the side of the road? Did you pick up a hitchhiker who coincidentally turned out to be a vampire?"
Gavriel fixed his gaze on Winter. "You know me," he said, and a chill went up Tana's spine. "You've known me since outside the rest stop, when I turned and the light hit my face."
"What does he mean?" Midnight asked.
"I don't know," Winter said in an odd voice. "Nothing. — Holly Black

Of all the unchristian beverages that ever passed my lips, Turkish coffee is the worst. The cup is small, it is smeared with grounds; the coffee is black, thick, unsavory of smell, and execrable in taste. The bottom of the cup has a muddy sediment in it half an inch deep. This goes down your throat, and portions of it lodge by the way, and produce a tickling aggravation that keeps you barking and coughing for an hour. — Mark Twain

Let the quiet tuck you in.
Let the quiet massage your shoulder.
Let the quiet embrace you; feeling all the dimensions of your skin.
Feel the quiet between your toes.
Behind your earlobes.
Under your tongue.
Over the space above your heart.
In the cells regenerating from the wounds.
Let it permeate through your blood.
Indigo & Cyan.
Eyes watching Zion.
Be the quiet
Lion — Antonia Perdu

In their pursuit of "making disciples of every nation" and baptizing all those within the empire, they stumbled into baptizing the empire itself, thus turning sacrament into sacrilege[ ... ] — Shane Claiborne

Perfume is a note of woman's individuality. It is the last touch to her look. — Christian Dior

To love is to be destroyed, and to be loved is to be destroyed. — Cassandra Clare