Silverflamed Quotes & Sayings

To be sane, he held, was either to be sedated by melancholy or activated by hysteria, two responses which were 'always and equally warranted for those of sound insight'. All others were irrational, merely symptoms of imaginations left idle, of memories out of work. And above these mundane responses, the only elevation allowable, the only valid transcendence, was a sardonic one: a bliss that annihilated the universe with jeers of dark joy, a mindful ecstasy. Anything else in the way of 'mysticism' was a sign of deviation or distraction, and a heresy to the obvious. ("The Medusa") — Thomas Ligotti

The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets threewise silverflamed, — Anthony Burgess

But, like the man in the song, Alfred Roberts did well by doing good. The shop prospered. — Charles Moore

One day, I'm going to get to the bottom of you, Charley Davidson."
I had no idea she was into anal. — Darynda Jones

Eleanor had followed Richard, marveling, as always, at the male inability to speak the language of the heart. "One day I hope to understand why men see sentiment as the ultimate enemy," she said dryly, "but I'll not be holding my breath until it happens. — Sharon Kay Penman

I think the West needs to get away from the habit of regarding the regime's nuclear tests and ballistic launches as isolated provocations timed to generate maximum attention. — Brian Reynolds Myers

When a man says to me, "I have the intensest love of nature," at once I know that he has none. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

I'm dying to go to India. — Dylan Penn

The Tower. He would come to the Dark Tower and there he would sing their names; there he would sing their names; there he would sing all their names. The sun stained the east a dusky rose, and at last Roland, no longer the last gunslinger but one of the last three, slept and dreamed his angry dreams through which there ran only that one soothing blue thread: There I will sing all their names! — Stephen King

I hadn't even been looking, not for you, and now you were my heart's desire. — Daniel Handler

She couldn't let her fears rule her. It was time she grew a backbone and stood up to the monsters. — Lia Davis

Oh it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh. The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets three-wise silverflamed, and there by the door the timps rolling through my guts and out again crunched like candy thunder. Oh, it was wonder of wonders. And then, a bird of like rarest spun heavenmetal, or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now, came the violin solo above all the other strings, and those strings were like a cage of silk round my bed. Then flute and oboe bored, like worms of like platinum, into the thick thick toffee gold and silver. I was in such bliss, my brothers. — Anthony Burgess

Music is not sound. Music is using sound to organize emotions in time. — Krystian Zimerman

Life is too short to pine away for someone who doesn't want you. Life is too short to live it for someone that is not you." I — Genevieve D. Woods

I think it's changing is that business is not as good as it was and it has become a real question in the world of fashion. You see, bags and shoes don't take on the seasonal quality that fashion does. A black leather bag can be good in any season, but you can't say the same about fashion, particularly about fabrication. — Donna Karan

Much protective self-criticism stems from growing up around people who wouldn't or couldn't love you, and it's likely they still can't or won't. In general, however, the more you let go of the tedious delusion of your own unattractiveness, the easier it will be for others to connect with you, and the more accepted you'll feel. — Martha Beck

I really don't want to portray the Islamists as simply evil, the way it's often done in the west. — Orhan Pamuk