Post Disaster Musings Quotes & Sayings

The key to evil? Freedom. The key to freedom? Money. For you, my darlings, freedom to do what you like to do makes you. Not that that stops you doing what you like, since you like doing what you like more than you like liking what you do ... — Glen Duncan

What you just had is nothing compared to what I want to do to you. I want my head between your legs so I can lick you until you scream my name. Then I want to mount you like an animal and look into your eyes as I come inside you. And after that? I want to take you every way there is. I want to do you from behind. I want to screw you standing up, against the wall. I want you to sit on my hips and ride me until I can't breath. - Rhage to Mary — J.R. Ward

When I was an animal I evolved through selfishness. Now that I am a man my evolution can be achieved only through self-sacrifice. — Sri Chinmoy

Time goes a lot quicker when the work is a lot more enjoyable. — Simon Baker

The entire time Albie followed Beverly around the house doing what the children referred to as "the stripper soundtrack":
Boom chicka-boom, boom-boom chicka-boom.
When their mother stopped walking the soundtrack stopped. If she took a single step it was accompanied by Albie saying only "boom" in a voice that was weirdly sexual for a six-year-old. — Ann Patchett

Let there be children and old people but few whose occupation is neither hope nor memory. Let there have been immigration at some point: enough to fill the convenience stores, the foreign restaurants, but let it be forgotten. Let the children be all in school, a breath held in, released at 3 o'clock across the park. Let the town's rhythm be unquestioned. Let me be single: no children, no family. Let me not fit in. — Joanna Walsh

Good things come to those who wait,
better things to those who toil,
and great things to those who endure. — Matshona Dhliwayo

Role-playing isn't storytelling. If the dungeon master is directing it, it's not a game. — Gary Gygax

To return to their 'native soil,' as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and to sleep there for ever, only to escape the horrors that terrify them. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

God doesn't like to be experienced. He wants to be known. — Paul E. Miller

I enjoy the last quarter of all basketball games. — Sarah Silverman

Books for all the world are always foul-smelling books: the smell of small people clings to them. — Friedrich Nietzsche

We no longer believe in fairy tales. But we will learn to believe in monsters — Francesca Lia Block