Shriman Williams Quotes & Sayings

I lost somebody I loved," she whispered. "I know that doesn't make me special. Happens to everyone. She made me feel special, though, more than anyone else I'd met in five hundred years." She wiped at the tear on her cheek. "I don't know if we would have made it last forever, but damn if we weren't going to try. — Kevin Hearne

I hate being clever, thought the captain, when you don't really feel clever and don't want to be clever. To sneak around and
make plans and feel big about making them. I hate this feeling of thinking I'm doing right when I'm not really certain I am. Who
are we, anyway? The majority? Is that the answer? The majority is always holy, is it not? Always, always; just never wrong for
one little insignificant tiny moment, is it? Never ever wrong in ten million years? He thought: What is this majority and who are in
it? And what do they think and how did they get that way and will they ever change and how the devil did I get caught in this
rotten majority? I don't feel comfortable. Is it claustrophobia, fear of crowds, or common sense? Can one man be right, while all
the world thinks they are right? Let's not think about it. Let's crawl around and act exciting and pull the trigger. There, and there! — Ray Bradbury

There was a debt to be paid. And I was the method of extraction. Plain and simple. I'm a Hawk. She's a Weaver. That was all I needed to know. — Pepper Winters

Sawtooth slumps into his deck chair and stares up at the sky. It's a drunken sky, the stars hiccupping light. Great gusty clouds go spinning past the moon. The bright planets feel like pinpricks to Sawtooth's old eyes. — Karen Russell

Facts don't lie. People do. — Frank Sonnenberg

It doesn't matter how "successful" each of us is in life. We're all doomed to die. Why can't anyone else see that? — Alan Moore

General Grant seriously remarked to a particularly bright young woman that Venice would be a fine city if it were drained. — Henry Adams

I'm as clean as a whistle. — Tommy Chong

Every person is destroyed when we cease to see him; after which his next appearance is a new creation, different from that which immediately preceded it, if not from them all. — Marcel Proust

I just passed my identification crisis and came back to country music. — Gram Parsons

Once upon a time we were innocent, and then we were not. — Laura Thalassa