Rastafarian Birthday Quotes & Sayings

Individuals are custodians of the life stream
temporal manifestations of far greater being, forming from and returning to their essence like so many dreams. — Charles Lindbergh

But I didn't care, because the magnificent possibility of kissing Cassidy Thorpe had turned into an indisputable fact of my daily existence ... — Robyn Schneider

There's a myth about actors saying, 'Oh no, that's not me on screen at all. I'm just acting.' OK, if I were to say to you that's not me, that's fine. And I would tell you that I don't behave like a villain everyday, and that's true, I don't. But to say there's absolutely none of me in there is ridiculous. — Cary Elwes

There's no way of calculating how many ramifications a story will take on once one spies a gleam of attention in another's eyes. — Carmen Martin Gaite

The best of Donald Westlake's pseudonymous thrillers about Parker, the toughest burglar who ever lived ... Out of print for years and years, Butcher's Moon is the ultimate Parker novel, best read as an installment in the series as a whole but comprehensible and wholly satisfying on its own. — Terry Teachout

I carry a gun cause a cop is too heavy. — John Steinbeck

If the sun comes up, I have a chance. — Venus Williams

The richness of an artist is the fusion of influences that have shaped his life and work. — Fernando Botero

A Problem Is really just a solution in need of a reason to exist. — Ellen Hopkins

Do you really think I've been murdered?" Michael's voice was soft, but I still heard it from across the bedroom. He stood in the doorway with a rather solemn expression. Words failed me. Would he really want to hear the answer? If it were me, would I want to know if someone killed me? Maybe.
I took a deep breath. "I'll be honest with you. It doesn't look good. The fact that no one knows you're dead yet makes me worry that your death might have been intentional."
I stepped closer to him, staring all the way up into his face. "But if you want the truth, I don't think the reason you died was your fault. You're a pain in the ass, but you're a good guy. I'm sorry this happened to you."
He gazed at me for a handful of seconds before nodding and his hair slid forward into his eyes. For some reason, it was the first time Michael seemed human. He was always so amiable and confident that seeing him be vulnerable felt odd.
"Thank you."
"Come on. Let's go find some answers. — Kyoko M.