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South Park Pan Flute Quotes By Mercedes Lackey

If you speak something's name too often, it might come looking for you. I — Mercedes Lackey

South Park Pan Flute Quotes By Mehmet Murat Ildan

You have so many miles and so many years to reach the stars; if you ignore this, you can reach over there! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

South Park Pan Flute Quotes By Eileen Pollack

You pulled one story from your head, and another story popped up in its place, like tissues from a box. — Eileen Pollack

South Park Pan Flute Quotes By Jennifer L. Armentrout

I want to make you really happy."
My heart fluttered. "Really happy?"
He dropped his hands to my outer thighs, his long fingers slipping under the material. "Exceedingly, insanely happy."
I was breathless. "There you go again with the adverbs.
His hands inched up, causing heat to flood my body. "You love it when I whip out the adverbs."
"Maybe."
He trailed his lips in a hot line down my throat. "Let me make you exceedingly, insanely happy, Kat. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

South Park Pan Flute Quotes By John Lennon

I'll be a good boy, please make me well. I promise you anything, get me out of this hell. Cold turkey has got me on the run. — John Lennon

South Park Pan Flute Quotes By James Fenton

A glance at the history of European poetry is enough to inform us that rhyme itself is not indispensable. Latin poetry in the classical age had no use for it, and the kind of Latin poetry that does rhyme - as for instance the medieval 'Carmina Burana' - tends to be somewhat crude stuff in comparison with the classical verse that doesn't. — James Fenton

South Park Pan Flute Quotes By Sloane Crosley

You miss the idea of him. There you go. Was that so hard? "That goes away, too," says your friend. Through the magic of the biological imperative, his brain has been reprogrammed. He has been forced to gloss over his own romantic carnage so that he might once again start down that road of procreation. He has nineteen layers of skin; you have three-fourths of a layer. They're all like this, the recovered. Sometimes you want to hop across the table, curl up in their laps, and beg to be made one of them. How does it work? Hypnosis? A chip in the neck? A radioactive spider with Xanax venom? — Sloane Crosley