Szpaku Quotes & Sayings

Being indie means being artistic and finding your own eccentric identity. The name of the game for being an indie kid is to never admit you are one. If you do, it goes against your beliefs against labeling, thus making you a hypocrite. — Alexandra Robbins

That's what is was to be young - to be enthusiastic rather than envious about the good work other people could do. — Kurt Vonnegut

But I don't believe I see Valentine Morgenstern. I hear he has charisma enough to draw birds out of trees and convince them to live under the sea, is tall, devastatingly handsome, and has white-blond hair. None of you fits that discription." Magnus paused. "And you don't have white-blonde hair either. — Cassandra Clare

Courtship is driven by hormones; marriage is sustained by humility and self-sacrifice. — Ron Brackin

French fries are like Crocs. You know you shouldn't, but your life is pretty much over anyway. — Jim Gaffigan

Faith is a fortune. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Not everyone is as nice as us. — Louis Sachar

And anyway he did not understand them; and he made the great mistake of leaving them out of his calculations. He had no plan for them, and there was no time to make any, once they had set to work. As — J.R.R. Tolkien

You'll call for me. You'll be lonely in your new quarters and will feel out of sorts. I could let you pet my hair until you fell asleep."
He drew in closer and lowered his voice to ask in all seriousness, "You're mad, aren't you?"
"As - a - hatter," she whispered back conspiratorially.
He felt a hint of sympathy for the creature. "How long have you been in here?"
"For four long ... interminable ... days."
He glowered at her.
"Which is why I want you to take me with you. I don't eat much."
The dungeon erupted with laughter again.
(Myst and Nikolai) — Kresley Cole

I'm tired and I want to rest; I want to get out of this and go lie down somewhere, off where it's dark and no one speaks. Forever. — Philip K. Dick

Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I only read books if Voltaire's cock has been dipped in red ink and rolled over the cover. — Greg Proops

It was the day of the worms. That first almost-warm, after-the-rainy-night day in April, when you bolt from your house to find yourself in a world of worms. They were as numerous here in the East End as they had been in the West. The sidewalks, the streets. The very places where they didn't belong. Forlorn, marooned on concrete and asphalt, no place to burrow, April's orphans. — Jerry Spinelli