Saakyants Robert Quotes & Sayings

Jack Miller aimed his shotgun at the monster's grey-skinned head and pulled the trigger. Green sludge and bits of bone and flesh splattered through the air to land on the street, the gory aftermath releasing a noxious, sulfurous odor. — Danielle Monsch

Life in Christ is far richer. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I remember now. Calling you. It's hard, everything's running together. I called and called and called. Like a shotgun, firing in every direction hoping to hit somethin'. I bet I called you twenty times." "Twice. You called me twice. John, answer my question." "Really? You kept getting weird on me. You know what I think? I think you'll be getting calls from me for the next eight or nine years. All from tonight. I couldn't help it, couldn't get oriented. Kept slipping out of the time . . . you've got a voice mail message three years from now that's freaking hilarious. — David Wong

What do we want our kids to do? Sweep up around Japanese computers? — Walter F. Mondale

A soldier's first duty, his reason for being, is not to fight. Fighting is the final recourse for any civilized people. His duty is not even to preserve the peace; that is a police officer's job," Comdr. Stephen Michaels of the NAC military said by rote, remembering the many long nights of arguments and discussions that had brought this to his mind. "A soldier's first duty is simply to stand between his nation and any who might wish it harm. — Evan Currie

Some players are so bad they are hated. Some players are so bad they are forgotten. And some are so bad that they are loved, talked about, treasured. — John Foot

I don't believe in the war god of the Israelites. He's a bogeyman. Jesus preached the golden rule, by and large. — Terry Pratchett

The worst thing we can do, the absolute worst, is to do nothing. — Fritz Gerlich

There is absolutely nothing you can learn out of one bllodeshot eye. — Lewis Black

The life of spies is to know, not bee known. — George Herbert

A long-term substance abuser, a few months before his death, penned this poem: Went downtown, Hastings and Main, looking for relief from the pain. All I did was find a ticket on a one-way train. ... Give me peace before I die. The track is laid out so well; we all live our private hell; just more tickets on the hell-bound train. — Gabor Mate

No-one will come in to rescue you. You just have to step out somehow, and make your dreams come true. — Moffat Machingura

You're beautiful in battle," said Dimitri. His cold voice carried to me clearly, even above the roar of combat. "Like an avenging angel come to deliver the justice of heaven."
"Funny," I said, shifting my hold on the stake. "That is kind of why I'm here."
"Angels fall, Rose. — Richelle Mead