Starletta Designs Quotes & Sayings

We played more rock music when we were writing the script. 'Renegade'. All of the Styx songs. All of the old '70's and '80's music, that's the stuff that's pounding in the background while we were doing this stuff. It's a part of those movies. — Todd Farmer

Of course there are unknowns. And the sooner Aurore begins to meet them, the sooner they will cease to be unknown. That is the point. — Cameron Dokey

Usually it takes me about nine to 12 months to write a book. — Jerry Spinelli

People who get up early in the morning cause war, death and famine. — Banksy

Never follow the crowd in what you do; the crowd has never produced anything of lasting quality, value or beauty. — Denis Waitley

It's much harder to get a job if nobody wants you around. — Timothy Simons

I feel us tilting toward each other like trees in a strong breeze. I've been craving the sight of him for days, but now its not enough. I'm not sure who moves first. The inches between us are erased until I'm in his arms and my mouth finds his. — Jessica Spotswood

ever. It was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Spiritual revelations were conceded to England at that favoured period, as at this. Mrs. Southcott had recently attained her five-and-twentieth blessed — Charles Dickens

Johnny Rotten. He's a big fan of mine. I used to see him out in the audience in England and he'd stand up and holler. He's funny. Smart too, and a nice guy. Don't think he's a jerk because he isn't. — Captain Beefheart

But is has happened, you know. Bear that in mind. Nothing you can do will change it. Time and again, I've found that a good thing to remember. — Edith Wharton

Knight without fear and without reproach. — Richard Harris Barham

He roused from a joyous dream of feasting, of drinking blood and sucking warm marrow from the bone. His sons and daughters swarmed like ants upon the surface of the Earth, ripe in their terror, delectable in their anguish. He swept them into his mouth and their insides ran in black streams between his lips and matted his beard. This sweet dream rapidly slipped away as he stretched and assessed his surroundings. He shambled forth from the great cavern in the mountain that had been his home for so long. — Laird Barron

Roselyn adored the scent of sex, the wafting aroma of angel fontanels before they earn their halos. — Thomm Quackenbush