Roedelius Selbstportrait Quotes & Sayings

At first the kid kicking the back of my airplane seat was enraging. Then I imagined it was a broken massage chair and I kinda liked it. — Kristen Schaal

If I tell you a secret can you keep it quiet?
Well, I can. I'm not so sure about Doll Girl. — Brent Weeks

The weight of sadness was in wonder lost. — William Wordsworth

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding
Riding
riding
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door. — Alfred Noyes

You don't really have a story until you discover the moment when the pressures on a character force a sudden, abrupt shift in direction and she falls through the net that has so far held her in place. — Catherine Brady

no one asks poor people if they want war. — Viet Thanh Nguyen

Jazz is the false liquidation of art - instead of utopia becoming reality it disappears from the picture. — Theodor W. Adorno

You are the only girl worth pursuing. And that's why no one pursues you. -Danny — Wendy Wunder

Exactly." Taking his time, he rose, pulled her to her feet. "You're really stuck on me, aren't you?"
"Stuck?" Her mouth would have fallen open if she hadn't been so busy sneering. "Please. You'll
embarrass yourself."
"Crazy about me." He slipped his arms around her, chuckling when she pushed against his chest
and arched away. "I saw you today, more than once, standing at the window looking at me."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I might have looked out the window."
"Looking at me," he continued, slowly drawing her against him. "The way I was looking at you.
Wanting me." He nuzzled gently at her neck. "The way I was wanting you. And more." His lips
brushed her cheek as she turned her head away. "There's more than the wanting between us. — Nora Roberts

Nobody believes in ghosts, but everybody is afraid of them ... — Helen McCloy

My French is still good. That's a beautiful language and I'm happy to speak it. — Famke Janssen

Many people fail to see how modesty and sweetness of temper compound erotic appeal. — Sylvain Reynard