Quiggins Store Quotes & Sayings

He emphasized murderous as if clarifying that he'd certainly believed me capable of making enemies, just not to that degree. I could have taken offense at that, but in Gabriel's world, if you aren't making the occasional enemy, you aren't trying hard enough. — Kelley Armstrong

I'm more and more convinced that life is a dream. What has happened to me is surely a dream. — Anthony Hopkins

I do love violets; they tell the history of woman's love. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Far out on the desert to the north dustspouts rose wobbling and augered the earth and some said they'd heard of pilgrims borne aloft like dervishes in those mindless coils to be dropped broken and bleeding upon the desert again and there perhaps to watch the thing that had destroyed them lurch onward like some drunken djinn and resolve itself once more into the elements from which it sprang. Out of that whirlwind no voice spoke and the pilgrim lying in his broken bones may cry out and in his anguish he may rage, but rage at what? And if the dried and blackened shell of him is found among the sands by travelers to come yet who can discover the engine of his ruin? — Cormac McCarthy

Is this her death I'm looking at? Or her life? And which is worse? — Chris Priestley

Yeah, I love Los Angeles. — Lorne Michaels

The point of mythology or myth is to point to the horizon and to point back to ourselves: This is who we are; this is where we came from; and this is where we're going. And a lot of Western society over the last hundred years - the last 50 years really - has lost that. We have become rather aimless and wandering. — J. Michael Straczynski

It is not the broken heart that kills, but broken pride, monseigneur. — Gilbert Parker

Nolly Wolfstan, private detective, had the teeth of a god and a face so unfortunate that it argued convincingly against the existence of a benign deity. — Dean Koontz

He was becoming unstuck, he was sure of that - his bones were no longer wrapped in flesh but in clouds of dust, in hummingbirds, dragonflies, and luminous moths - but so perfect was his equilibrium that he felt no fear. He was vast, he was many, he was dynamic, he was eternal. — Tom Robbins

The poor parent birds work themselves to death trying to find enough food to feed the enormous cuckoo child who has murdered their babies and taken their places."
Jace: " Enormous? Did you just call me fat?"
Inquisitor: "It was an analogy."
Jace: "I am not fat. — Cassandra Clare