Punker Quotes & Sayings

If the cross of Christ, the nails, spear, and crown of thorns are to be honoured, then why not honour Judas's lips, if only they could be found? — Anne Hudson

Punker, what's compassion for a world this far gone? The streets don't give a fuck. It's a bummer, your care slides down its target like beads of rain on rock. There's no aquifer for any shit like this. Where does compassion go and can it be returned? You're Donn in this world, with the staff and the purple band. The artificer. Walking the bandoned suites of hell and your eyeballs thinking, what can be saved? Not their gear but its aspects. You started kung fu way later than the rest, and before that you saw compassion in a history spiel. Now it keeps washing up on your shore. Giving a shit might be made of parts, it might be made solo. It might be an invasive species or not. Punks evolved from dinos too. Not even cross time and distance. But the spikes on their heads are the same. — Noah Wareness

The great thing about having a small family is that there are fewer people to disappoint. — Dov Davidoff

God, listen to him. Fucking pathetic, going on about the girl like he was Keats or something. — Shayla Black

I was originally like a punker, know what I mean, like the punks are today, I'd spit in a minute. — Etta James

Still, Hazel Levesque impressed him - even when she wasn't sitting atop a scary immortal supersonic horse who cussed like a sailor. — Rick Riordan

I'm comfortable in the way I play and comfortable in who I am. — Andrew Flintoff

The American military will never lose the war in Iraqif lost, it will be lost by a lack of political will. — Joe Lieberman

Nothing can stop you from falling in love. — Katja Michael

The upright, if he suffer calumny to move him, fears the tongue of man more than the eye of God. — Charles Caleb Colton

I dreamt I woke upon a boat.
A rocking boat.
A quiet boat.
On a smooth black sea we float.
Away, away
away.

I dreamt a Captain dressed in grey.
I dreamt I wore a long white coat.
I dreamt a stone caught in my throat.
I dreamt I choked
and choked
and choked.

A grey shore,
slopes decorated with dead trees and littered with our limbs.

I dreamt my legs were long and pale
made of smoke.
I choked and choked.
And when I woke I wrote and wrote
as though it all might just float
away! — Emily Carroll