Rubem Dias Quotes & Sayings

If procrastination were a marketable skill, I'd be a real hot commodity. — Dov Davidoff

As I was walking past Tony Pastor's I saw Pat, the lesbian bouncer, throw a drunken young sailor out into the street. The sailor said, "That place is full of fucking queers." He swung at the air and nearly fell on his face, then he staggered away, muttering to himself. — William S. Burroughs

I refuze (refuse) to allow society to dictate my limitations. — Tony Kates

Address the solvable first, instructs the father by way of teaching his son crisis management. That way, he counsels, there is less distraction to tackle more daunting issues. — Brian Herbert

My mother's blood that would last forever after. The blood of my brother, my grandfather, my father. — Alice Hoffman

You are divine, you are perfect, but as an artist, you create your own story and you have the illusion that the story is real. You live your life by justifying that story. And by justifying the story, you are wasting your life. — Miguel Ruiz

Everyone kept touching, touching, touching. 'Hello, Jes.' They'd say. 'Good to have you back.' Touch. Touch. Touch."
"I'm sorry. You should have asked them not to touch you."
"Hennea said, 'Stop touching the man, you fools. It hurts him.' and they stopped touching me." He pulled off a boot and looked up with a pleased expression.
"Hennea yelled at them?" Seraph asked surprised.
He shook his head. "No, she just said it very firmly. But she can touch me. I told her so."
"In front of everyone?" asked Rinnie, horrified.
Seraph was hard put not to laugh. — Patricia Briggs

A successful novel should interrupt the reader's life, make him or her miss appointments, skip meals, forget to walk the dog. — Stephen King

The weakest would be put out of service rather than be allowed to compromise the whole system. — Frances McCall Rosenbluth

He said she went around with her feelings out in front of her with an arm around the feelings' windpipe and a Glock 9mm. to the feelings' temple like a terrorist with a hostage, daring you to shoot. — David Foster Wallace