Shaaron Spatola Quotes & Sayings

I had a lot of growing up to do. A lot of times, I learned the hard way. — Allen Iverson

If I don't get laid, I'll sure die trying. — Rod Stewart

On my pillow was a note that read:
"Everyday the mood gets jealous of the sun, but once the night comes you would never know a thing. Just like the sun gives it's light to the moon, no matter what the day brings, every night you'll know I'll always love you.
Sleep Sweet.
-A"
He had my mind, my body, my heart, my soul. Like nobody else ever had. — Hope Alcocer

The only difference between kids and jungle animals is pants. Kids wear them. Jungle animals don't. — Denis Leary

Belief consists in accepting the affirmations of the soul; unbelief, in denying them. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

I don't just take things as given, I try to make them into something that reflects my personal consciousness, my spirit. — Robert James Waller

You're mixing your metaphors. It gives me a headache. — Holly Black

Some things happened and some other things didn't, and at one point I found I'd gone to a place where I married Jascha. Pyotr Frankis had been right: life was funny. It was also reasonably good and so was the relationship. And after the divorce, I got a job. — Pat Cadigan

Life is given to us to be lived...Most of us spend an entire lifetime preparing to live." What is it that you are doing ...LIVING or PREPARING TO LIVE at some point ! Are you waiting for the IF AND WHEN THAT HAPPENS or Are you living NOW ! A thought that changed my life forever !! — Abha Maryada Banerjee

[2] or directing a stern and momentous enterprise in some crisis of — Virginia Woolf

I'm silenced by his right hand cupping my chin and ear, his left hand flattening against my ribs as he gently pushes me back against the wall.
I can feel the brick pressing into my naked upper back, cold and rough. His kiss is slow, tender...firm. His lips are warm, tongue smooth and flat, filling my mouth...I can't even feel my own tongue...taking my breath away with his. — Willow Madison

Forget, too, the lamb-y, metaphor-male, the groinless, bourgeois Jesus,
with his Easter-egg, candy-store-window eyes
ogling the cruciform crosspiece of his eyebrows.
If you meet such a Christ on the way,
kill him.
Do you wish to love? Do you wish to love?
Leave love. Love nothing.
Life is dark; life is dark at the no-place
of the shocked heart cut two by the bone-handled, thrice-bladed Word. — Tim Lilburn