Proprietarios In English Quotes & Sayings

I can't, Muffin. I can't talk to him.

Why? He was good enough to sleep with, but not good enough to talk to now that he know's that you're part fish? — Jill Myles

In a novel, if you're any good, you don't just have good people or bad people. You have complicated people. You have real people. — Salman Rushdie

Fat is merely stored energy. It is a physical state, nothing more and nothing less. It implies zero about your value as a person in this world. — Jillian Michaels

It is one of the ironies of this strange century that the most lasting results of the October revolution, whose object was the global overthrow of capitalism, was to save its antagonist, both in war and in peace - that is to say, by providing it with the incentive, fear, to reform itself after the Second World War, and, by establishing the popularity of economic planning, furnishing it with some of the procedures for its reform — Eric Hobsbawm

There must be some kind of internal time distortion effect in here, because when I look at myself in the little mirror above my sink, what I see is my father's face, my face turning into his. I am beginning to feel how the man looked, especially how he looked on those nights he came home so tired he couldn't even make it through dinner without nodding off, sitting there with his bowl of soup cooling in front of him, a rich pork-and-winter-melon-saturated broth that, moment by moment, was losing - or giving up - its tiny quantum of heat into the vast average temperature of the universe. — Charles Yu

But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false? — H.P. Lovecraft

At last he stopped, and she stared down at the printed column of words, unable to comprehend a single one. His hand, warm and steady, wound its way around hers, wrapping it like a spider would its prey. She surrendered it to him, unable to watch even as his thumb traced the place, just above her knuckles, where he had once written his number in deep violet. Isobel ceased to breathe. Her heart pounded in her chest, her thoughts shattering into senseless fragments. All the while, her eyes remained trained and unblinking on the open page. Lines without meaning stared up at her, little more than black sticks in an otherwise white world. — Kelly Creagh

I don't really read children's books or deal with children's books, so I don't have any relationship with them other than my own. — Michael Ian Black