Quadrado Branco Quotes & Sayings

I walk through Dreamland, searching for my knight in shining armor, who turned out to be more like a dickhead wrapped in tinfoil. — Alexis Noelle

The thought of writing was always pleasant, but the process was painful — Monica Ali

We are not responsible for finding the right formula to combat or unlock our suffering. — Tullian Tchividjian

Every meaning is a projection of the viewer's inarticulate moods. — James Elkins

The idea of the person enters poetics where art and reality, or intentionality and circumstance, meet. — Lyn Hejinian

Don't want to discuss it, I think it's time for a change You may get disgusted, some think that I'm strange In that case I'll go underground, get some heavy rest Never have to worry, about what is worst and what is best. — Van Morrison

At the bakery it's just me. It's a small place. Just me and the raspberry horns and the tourtiere pies and my cigarette going in the ashtray near the black sink. Every once in a while a car passes through the dark street outside the storefont windows, but that's pretty much all I see of people while I'm there, until the end of my shift at eight when Monica shows up to open the store for the day. A solid twelve hours by myself, nothing but the radio to keep me company, and I like it just fine, being alone. It's even better in the winter, during a storm, when the snow piles up outside and no cars come by at all. Inside the bakery it's warm and there's plenty to keep my hands busy. Times like that, for all I can tell I'm the only person left on earth. I could go on making pies and watching the snow pile up until the end of time, so long as there was enough coffee on hand. I don't need company like some people seem to. — Ron Currie Jr.

It's all me, the human part, the angel part. I love Tucker Avery. — Cynthia Hand

At least, that had been what he had thought until the night he had lost himself to Legna's wicked eyes. He had blamed it on the moon, reaffirming the weakness to himself later on when he found himself stalking the halls of Noah's home far oftener than could be explained away, always watching as Legna floated from one room to another, seemingly oblivious to him, never remaining in his sight for more than a minute at a time. — Jacquelyn Frank