Shaboomie Quotes & Sayings

Before too much longer I'll forget her minute imperfections. That's what you end up missing the most, those little faults. They burrow under your skin. Become endearing in retrospect. — Tracy Guzeman

Every agent has a Sig Weiss - as a rosy dream. You sit there day after day paddling through oceans of slush, hoping one day to run across a manuscript that means something - sincerity, integrity, high word rates - things like that. You try to understand what editors want in spite of what they say they want, and then you try to tell it to writers who never listen unless they're talking. You lend them money and psychoanalyze them and agree with them when they lie to themselves. When they write stories that don't make it, it's your fault. When they write stories that do make it, they did it by themselves. And when they hit the big time, they get themselves another agent. In the meantime, nobody likes you. — Theodore Sturgeon

An obscenely long, coarse kermit cock is being dragged across my anguished face. — Andrew Hussie

The way her body fit against his perfectly, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, was so incredibly good it scared him. — Scarlett Cole

This is what happens when you believe in hope. Karma comes around to destroy it. — Katie McGarry

I don't follow trends. I make each cake for a particular wedding, or event. — Ron Ben-Israel

No state on earth can afford to allow several authorities to co-exist next to one another. — Mahmoud Abbas

Again, we go back to the power of words and how they can make you feel. They bring liberation or stagnation, they're chains. I began to see the structure of Tori - there's conservatory, and victory: you see that word in so many different other words - also anti-inflammatory but my favorite has to be Yakatori chicken. And I began to feel that the sound of this name was a window. — Tori Amos

What Gaal was waiting for after the disappointment of the Jump was that first sight of Trantor. He haunted the View-room. The steel shutter-lids were rolled back at announced times and he was always there, watching the hard brilliance of the stars, enjoying the incredible hazy swarm of a star cluster, like a giant conglomeration of fireflies caught in mid-motion and stilled forever. At one time there was the cold, blue-white smoke of a gaseous nebula within five light years of the ship, spreading over the window like distant milk, filling the room with an icy tinge, and disappearing out of sight two hours later, after another Jump. — Isaac Asimov