Sfumato Liquor Quotes & Sayings

They were ready to sell people a future in exchange for their past ... They wanted to compel him to cast his life away and become a shadow, a man without past, an actor without a role, and turn even his castaway life, even the role the actor had abandoned, into a shadow. Having turned him into a shadow, they would let him live. — Milan Kundera

He steps away from her, going to a little side table and removing a cloth that's lying on top. Underneath are severale shiny bits of metal. Mr. Hammar picks one up.
"And now for the second part of our interview", he says, approaching the woman.
Who starts to scream.
"That was," Davy says, pacing around as we wait outside but it's all he can get out. "That was." He turns to me. "Holy crap, Todd."
I don't say nothing, just take the apple I've been saving outta my pocket. "Apple," I whisper to Angharrad, my head close to hers. — Patrick Ness

[H]e could feel his unshakable enemy, depression, blooming in him like a pernicious flower that could never quite be ripped out. — Andrea Speed

Through it all, this wild life on and off the road , through Jordanian deserts , Spanish islands, German prisons, Caribbean tax scams, halls of fame,wine, women, and all the drugs under the sun - one constant companion has never abandoned me . My first true love : singing Its been the savior of many poor boy, and God I know I'm one — Eric Burdon

Jewels! It's my belief that when woman was made, jewels were invented only to make her the more mischievous. — Douglas William Jerrold

Want to be a writer? take a good book a good pen and a notepad to bed with you every night of your life. — Ken Scott

You get a kind of familiarity on a set when you're on a TV show. — Alia Shawkat

Let me make sure I have this straight. The cavalry just now rode into town and it's a Czech Gypsy porn-star zombie killer. Have I got that right? — Richard Kadrey

Our life a harp is, with unnumbered strings, And tones and symphonies; but our poor skill Some shallow notes from its great music brings. — John Boyle O'Reilly

Happy painting and God Bless, my friend. — Bob Ross

I am the seasons, I think sometimes, January, May, November; the mud, the mist, the dawn. I cannot be tossed about, or float gently, or mix with other people. — Virginia Woolf