Quahung Quotes & Sayings

You know how you heal really fast?" I stood and walked to the doorway that separated our offices. "Yes," I answered, wondering where she was going with this. She was sucking the side of her index finger. "Maybe if you lick my cut, your spit will heal me fast, too." "Dude," I said, tamping down a giggle, "I'm not licking your cut." "Just lick me." She held out her finger. "This is going to be tender for days." "I'm not licking you." A line I rarely said aloud. — Darynda Jones

Let me tell you that atheism has never painted a masterpiece. Atheism has never dispelled fear. Atheism has never healed a disease; faith in God has, but not atheism. Atheism has never given anyone piece of mind. Atheism has never dried a tear. Atheism has never given an intellectual answer to the creation. Atheism is bankrupt and empty; it's brain dead. — John Hagee

I am alive and I am alone in a land of so much space. — Sarah Crossan

Elle, why aren't you afraid of me?" Elle yawned. "What is there to be afraid of?" "My claws, my fangs." Elle snorted. "I am more likely to turn into a were-squirrel than you are to use either of those weapons." "You've — K.M. Shea

Freedom isn't found in a place, Hakan. — Gina Conkle

Nobody wants to read about your life. Who cares? — David Spade

You go from Pampers to Depends! — Willard Scott

In reality I said nothing at all, but I heard a murmur, something gone wrong with the silence, and I pricked up my ears, like an animal I imagine, which gives a start and pretends to be dead. — Samuel Beckett

Who is the public? What does it hold as its good? There was a time when men believed that 'the good' was a concept to be defined by a code of moral values and that no man had the right to seek his good through the violation of the rights of another. If it is now believed that my fellow men may sacrifice me in any manner they please for the sake of whatever they deem to be their own good, if they believe that they may seize my property simply because they need it - well, so does any burglar. There is only this difference: the burglar does not ask me to sanction his act. — Ayn Rand

To be in any form, what is that?
(round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither,)
If nothing lay more develop'd the quahung in it's callous shell were enough.
Mine is no callous shell.
I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop,
they seize every object and lead it harmlessly through me.
I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and I am happy, to touch my person to someone else's is about as much as I can stand. — Walt Whitman