Reaperism Quotes & Sayings

TV news is not very instructive. — Gore Vidal

This was sharing office space with wacko and bordering on ludicrous. — Kelly Moran

I've always wanted to shave my head for a role because I've wanted to play a character who had a shaved head. I don't know what the fascination is. — Elisha Cuthbert

When somebody blazes a path to a highway that never end, you should appreciate 'em some. — Brownie McGhee

A heartbreaking paradox: if only I can finish my work so that it will live. Yet if it is finished, completed, a part of me but departed from me, I lost it alive, living but separate; and if it does not leave me, it is incomplete, insufficient, and half-dead that I keep it. — Helene Cixous

When I wrote my first book, 'Koolaids,' I felt rejected and not wanted. — Rabih Alameddine

Insert the biggest, most awkward silence in the history of big awkward silences. — Cynthia Hand

I'm pretty rubbish, as we say in Britain, artwise, and I always envy people who can pick up something and even do just a little doodle of someone that looks vaguely like them. It's impressive. — Freddie Highmore

We're all given something to do. And when we don't follow what we're supposed to do, we always know when we're off track. — Joy Harjo

Landsman and Bina were married to each other for twelve years and together for five before that. Each was the other's first lover, first betrayer, first refuge, first roommate, first audience, first person to turn to when something
even the marriage itself
went wrong. For half their lives they tangled their histories, bodies, phobias, theories, recipes, libraries, record collections. They mounted spectacular arguments, nose-to-nose, hands flying, spittle flying, throwing things, kicking things, breaking things, rolling around on the ground grabbing up fistfuls of each other's hair. The next day he would bear the red moons of Bina's nails in his cheeks and on the meat of his chest, and she wore his purple fingerprints like an armlet. — Michael Chabon

Damn it, I needed The Idiot's Guide to Grim Reaperism. — Darynda Jones

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. — William Shakespeare

Every little girl 'did her knitting stint' each day. Idleness was a cardinal sin in pioneer times. — Anne Macdonald

The though revives in him the oldest memory of his life. A child sees a door closing: without knowing who it is that has just left, he senses it is someone he loves with all his tiny, still mute being. — Andrei Makine

The public is despotic in its temper; it is capable of denying common justice when too strenuously demanded as a right; but quite as frequently it awards more than justice, when the appeal is made, as despots love to have it made, entirely to its generosity. — Nathaniel Hawthorne