Redekop Quotes & Sayings

Now he had nothing, or he had his freedom. It depended on how he looked at it, he supposed. — Omair Ahmad

Who knew death could lead to an eating disorder? — Corey Redekop

Tonight sucked" my dad said and I started to laugh hearing him say that. "What?" He smiled at me. "Isn't that the slang you kids are using? The lingo? Do I sound hip?"
I just shook my head. "The only hip I hear is the sound of yours breaking. — Robin Benway

How can those of us who are parents help our children recognize their bliss? — Bill Moyers

To be pleased at correction and reproofs shows that one loves the virtues which are contrary to those faults for which he is corrected and reproved. And, therefore, it is a great sign of advancement in perfection. — Saint Francis De Sales

Sometimes, the only difference between a superhero and a supervillain is a malpractice suit. — Corey Redekop

I would still be reading out loud. I think that if you are any kind of an artist, then validation is just sort of ... it can be a result, but you're going to do the work anyway. Because you're just wired that way. It's so engrained, it's such a part of your personality that you don't just stop doing it. Eventually I'll retire on some level, eventually no one will want to buy my books or a ticket to see me read, it's inevitable that's going to happe — David Sedaris

Prospecting for oil is a dynamic art ... The greatest single element in all prospecting, past, present and future, is the man willing to take a chance — Everette Lee DeGolyer

We bring the fucking rain Q, not the scattered showers. — John Green

Faith doesn't move mountains, Detective. It just obscures the view. — Corey Redekop

Literature is a virus. — Corey Redekop

I grab on to her wrists, pull them away from her face and kiss her lips, lips that can't kiss me back. "Please, wake up. I'm right here."
I take in her bottom lip, and it's hard to do when her body trembles and her arms shake for freedom. As I move away, Echo briefly stills. My heart pounds hard once. She heard me. "It's a bad dream, Echo. It's not real."
Her arms relax as she stops fighting, and when I link my fingers with hers, she holds me back. Behind her closed lids, her eyes dart. She still belongs to the dream, but for the first time, I'm in there with her. I lower my forehead to hers. "Come back to me, baby." — Katie McGarry