Stalley Mixtape Quotes & Sayings

Yo, I'm god incarnate. From the grimiest back blocks. Pazienza lyrical equivalent of Sasquatch — Vinnie Paz

Here is a list of terrible things,
The jaws of sharks, a vultures wings
The rabid bite of the dogs of war,
The voice of one who went before,
But most of all the mirror's gaze,
Which counts us out our numbered days. — Clive Barker

I feel more Jewish than I do Iranian. — Said Sayrafiezadeh

For me, one of the most important things I look for in an actor is whether we can converse. Do we have a similar ability to discuss a character? — Jennifer Lynch

Even if there was such a thing as a half-price sale at the local Ming outlet shop, she would have to work ten lifetimes to make up such a sum. Always supposing that it wasn't one of a kind.
Panic was no longer merely rearing. It was thundering through her at full throttle.
There was only one thing to be done, she realized. The mature, responsible, adult thing to do.
Hide the evidence. — Alexandra Ivy

Scanning through her friend requests, I delete all the males who requested to be her friend. I don't like those creepy fuckers. — K. Webster

It is not easy for a person to do any great harm when his tenure of office is short, whereas long possession begets tyranny. — Aristotle.

Yea, though the breath of disappointment should chill the sanguine heart, Speedily gloweth it again, warmed by the live embers of hope. — Henry Ward Beecher

Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies:
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'
So should my papers yellow'd with their age
Be scorn'd like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice; in it and in my rhyme. — William Shakespeare