Rampion Quotes & Sayings

17 Whoever meddles in a quarrel not his own is like one who takes a passing dog by the ears. — Anonymous

Painting is more important than art. — Wayne Thiebaud

Basically painting is total idiocy. — Robert Rauschenberg

Boo'ful," she said, "life could be so diff'rent - "
"But it never is," I said. — Ralph Ellison

That's how myths are born. Out of our carelessness, out of our tattered nerves, out of jokes that go wrong and flashy gestures. — Sergei Lukyanenko

To be a musician, you have to be honest ... to be honest ... to be honest. — Bobby McFerrin

I've been down there 6 times and there's nothing like Brazilian percussion. — Les Baxter

His glance flickered toward her, something in his eyes softening. It was a look Cinder had seen a hundred times since he and Scarlet had joined the crew of the Rampion, and yet seeing it still made her feel like she was intruding on something intimate. — Marissa Meyer

The church is not a museum for pristine saints, but a hospital ward for broken sinners. — Timothy Keller

Come for your revenge at last, elf?"
Royce stepped forward. He looked down at Thranic and then around the room. "How could I top possibly top this? Sealed alive in a tomb of rock. My only regret is that I had nothing to do with it — Michael J. Sullivan

Iko fell silent. Cinder glanced around, sensing Iko all around her. The engine rotated faster for a moment, then reduced to normal speed. The temperature barely dropped. A light flickered in the hallway behind Thorne, who was stiff and uncomfortable in the doorway, looking like a poltergeist had just taken over his beloved Rampion. — Marissa Meyer

Captain Carswell Thorne, is it?"
"That's right."
"I'm afraid you won't have claim to that title for long. I'm about to commandeer your Rampion for the queen."
"I am sorry to hear about that."
"Additionally, I assume you are aware that assisting a wanted fugitive, such as Linh Cinder, is a crime punishable by death on Luna. Your sentence is to be carried out immediately."
"Efficiency. I respect that. — Marissa Meyer

It's actually true that I keep myself going by constantly promising myself that in response for the hard work I will be allowed to do some more hard work later on. — Terry Pratchett

Leadership embraces activism; it is the outcome of a purposeful pursuit of goals. — John Baldoni

But those moments aboard the maglev had caused more than one sleepless night since coming aboard the Rampion. When she had lain awake and imagined slipping out of her bed. Creeping across the corridor to Wolf's room. Not saying a word when he opened the door, just pulling herself against him. Curling her hands into his hair. Wrapping herself up in the sort of security that she'd only ever found in his arms. She — Marissa Meyer

Can I bring my friends?"
"I will personally extend invitations to the entire Rampion crew. We'll make a reunion out of it."
"Even Iko?"
"I'll find her a date."
"Because there's a rule against androids coming to the ball, you know."
"I think I know someone who can change that rule. — Marissa Meyer

Rampion, ready for liftoff!" The dash lit up with controls and screens - only the most important ones. The same sterile feminine voice came over the ship's speakers. "Thorne, I can't set the automatic lift. You're going to have to take off manually." He gaped at the controls. "Why is my ship talking back to me?" "It's me, you idiot!" He cocked his ear toward the speaker. "Cinder? — Marissa Meyer

I will personally extend invitations to the entire Rampion crew. We'll make a reunion out of it." "Even Iko?" "I'll find her a date." "Because there's a rule against androids coming to the ball, you know." "I think I know someone who can change that rule." Grinning, — Marissa Meyer

The man, a huge grin spreading over his face, was slower to stand, first grabbing a cane from against the wall. "Welcome aboard the Rampion, Your Magesticness. Captain Carswell Thorne, at your service." He bowed. — Marissa Meyer

You hate the very source of your life, it's ultimate basis - for there's no denying it, 'sex is fundamental. And you hate it, hate it.' 'Me?' It was a novel accusation. Spandrell was accustomed to hearing himself blamed for his excessive love of women and the sensual pleasures. 'Not only you. All these people.' With a jerk of his head he indicated the other diners. 'And all the respectable ones too. Practically everyone. It's the disease of modern man. I call it Jesus's disease on the analogy of Bright's disease. Or rather Jesus's and Newton's disease; for the scientists are as much responsible as the Christians. So are the big business men, for that matter. It's Jesus's and Newton's and Henry Ford's disease. Between them, the three have pretty well killed us. Ripped the life out of our bodies and stuffed us with hatred.' Rampion — Aldous Huxley