Strigose Quotes & Sayings

I want to thank Gus Van Sant for selling out so that I could use his editor Curtis Clayton, who did a great job. — Vincent Gallo

Tolerance was like one of those soothing creams - it drew out inflammation, it did away with the pain. — Alexander McCall Smith

Poetry is an orphan of silence. — Charles Simic

There are no laws for the novel. There never have been, nor can there ever be. — Doris Lessing

The alley and the music all fell away, and there was nothing but her and the rain and Jace, his hands on her ... He made a noise of surprise, low in his throat, and dug his fingers into the thin fabric of her tights. Not unexpectedly, they ripped, and his wet fingers were suddenly on the bare skin of her legs. Not to be outdone, Clary slid her hands under the hem of his soaked shirt, and let her fingers explore what was underneath: the tight, hot skin over his ribs, the ridges of his abdomen, the scars on his back. This was uncharted territory for her, but it seemed to be driving him crazy: he was moaning softly against her mouth, kissing her harder and harder, as if it would never be enough, not quite enough - — Cassandra Clare

Exert your talents, and distinguish yourself, and don't think of retiring from the world, until the world will be sorry that you retire. — Samuel Johnson

I'm pretty easily overwhelmed and pretty tough as well. I think I'm tougher than I used to be. There's been a lot of hardship along the way. But that's what life is. And it's how you deal with those things, and how you let them shape you that makes you a better person and defines what sort of person you're going to be. — Nathaniel Rateliff

As we stood there, chest high in water, I felt like I was in the middle of my own romance novel. — Em Bailey

It's the people we hardly know, and not our closest friends, who will improve our lives most dramatically — Meg Jay

I wasn't very happy in high school: it was a confusing and sort of sad time for me. — Sarah Dessen

Sam to Jory I knew the difference then, I know the difference now. You're it, you're home for me. If it's not you, it won't be anybody. I can't settle, it's all or nothing. — Mary Calmes