Psychalic Deadhead Quotes & Sayings

Shh," he whispered. "You asked me if I loved you. I do. I love you more than life itself. Nothing matters in this world but that you live. Can you do that for me? Can you live? — Elizabeth Hoyt

Bleeping faeries," I muttered darkly. Why couldn't they leave me alone?
Uber-vamp's eyes lit up. "Faeries? Do you know where I can find one?"
I rolled my eyes. "Trust me,if I could, I'd set you loose on the whole race. — Kiersten White

Answer me this: Is love rational? Is it sane? Can it be tamed and sculpted, like a piece of clay? Of course it can't. — Leigh Hershkovich

It's been my belief that learning how to do something in your hometown is the most important thing. — Pete Seeger

[Every age], however destitute of science or virtue, sufficiently abounds with acts of blood and military renown. — Edward Gibbon

The bladder-pipe, a local Highlands speciality, is to music what warthogs are to mathematics. Largely unconnected. — Mark Lawrence

I saw this movie 'The Right Stuff' when I was in college, and it really rekindled my interest in being an astronaut. I started taking those steps, and then I realized it would be the chance of a lifetime. It would be a dream life: not just a job, but the whole life. — Michael J. Massimino

See thou, whatsoever be thy name
whether Fate, Life, or Devil! I cast thee down my gauntlet, I challenge thee to battle! Men of faint heart may bow before thy mysterious power, thy face of stone may inspire them with dread, in thy unbroken silence they may discern the birth of calamity and an impending avalanche of woe. But I am daring and strong, and I challenge thee to battle! Let us draw our swords, and join our bucklers, and rain such blows upon each other's crests as shall cause the very earth to shake again! Ha! Come forth and fight with me! — Leonid Andreyev

The creature was a horrific mix of animal and machine, and seemed to realize it was being observed, seemed to know what lay inside the walls of the Glade, seemed to want to get inside and feast on human flesh. — James Dashner

When he was on the road, or recording, he had become accustomed to rolling into bed at five in the morning and sleeping through most of the daylight hours, but staying up all night had never come naturally. On the road, he would wake at four in the afternoon, bad-tempered and headachy, confused about where the time had gone. Everyone he knew would seem to him clever imposters, unfeeling aliens wearing rubber skin and the faces of friends. It took a liberal quantity of alcohol to make them seem like themselves again. — Joe Hill