Sisko Food Quotes & Sayings

What are friends for, but to help each other get through bad times and have multiple orgasms? — Elizabeth Morgan

Mary's reading list betrayed her passion for forensics and detective novels. There were so many scientific journals and books randomly strewn around her little one-room apartment that it looked like the Great White Hurracane had struck inside.

It's all part of my decorating scheme Mary would quip. This may look like the work of a slob, but if you look closer, you'll realize it's my way of giving color to an awfully drab floor. — Lawrence H. Levy

Stay focus. Stay focus. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I love the 'Mildred Pierce' miniseries. — Ben Bass

We all have different gifts, so we all have different ways of saying to the world who we are. — Fred Rogers

Do you love her?' she asked him.
'Always have,' he said.
'Then why in the world would you leave her alone? — Suzanne Palmieri

And I went from sleeper to sleeper, examining their faces as I had so many years ago in the tunnel, always looking for His Cognizance and always hoping - although I knew how absurd it was - that I would find Silk, that Silk had left Hyacinth and would be going with us after all, that Silk had rejoined us when I was inattentive, talking to Scleroderma and Shrike, and lagging behind the slowest walkers to talk to His Cognizance, whom I sought without finding on that nightmare night under the cloud-capped trees that outreach all our towers, so that at last I called out softly "Silk? Silk?" as I walked among the sleepers until Oreb grasped my hand with fingers that were in fact feathers, repeating, "Here Silk. Good Silk," and I took my own advice and found the numbing fruit, cut one in two with the gold-chased black blade of the sword that I had imagined for myself and pressed a half against the sting on my arm, weeping. * — Gene Wolfe

Why didn't you say something?"
Flushing beet red, I replied, "Your inheritance was unexpected. I wanted to live there again, thought that it may have been . . . mine."
"And so it is!" he crowed. "Every brick, every weapon, every bloody blade of grass is as much yours as I am, darling, supposing you'll give me a pallet in the stables and a crust from time to time. Are you quite mad?"
"I don't want you to live on a pallet." My tears spilled, and he painted his fingertips over my jaw. "I want you to live in my bones. — Lyndsay Faye

Everything that is really Mexican is either Aztec or Spanish. — Edward Burnett Tylor

The others don't like my interviews. And frankly, I don't care much for theirs. — Freddie Mercury

Giving and receiving unconditional love is the most effective and powerful way to personal wholeness and happiness. — John Bradshaw