Tagliavini Scissor Quotes & Sayings

Words are more for strangers, for hospitals, not kin. Little emotional Band-Aids like that aren't what he needs or what's sought ... . I don't know what he needs, or what's sought. — Robert M. Pirsig

Any place that anyone can learn something useful from someone with experience is an educational institution. — Al Capp

Whenever I'm done with an album cycle, I still wanna write music. If I'm bored when I'm at home, which never happens, my first instinct is to go to the piano and bang something out. — Avril Lavigne

The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. — Ernest Hemingway,

I'm trying to write poems that involve beginning at a known place, and ending up at a slightly different place. I'm trying to take a little journey from one place to another, and it's usually from a realistic place, to a place in the imagination. — Billy Collins

The written word still enjoyed a certain prestige here. It was a sluggish country. — William Gibson

We kissed for a bit and I stopped shaking. We played with each other for a long time, and after we had joined, my cock and her fanny became one thing, then it seemed to vanish as we took off on a big psychic trip together. It was our souls and our minds that were doing it all; our genitals, our bodies, they were just launch pads and were soon superfluous as we went around the universe together on our shared trip, moving in and out of each other's heads and finding nothing in them but good things, nothing in them but love. The intensity increased until it became almost unbearable and we exploded together in an orgasmic crash-landing onto the shipwreck of a bed, from a long way out in some form of space. We held each other tightly, drenched in sweat and shaking with emotion — Irvine Welsh

Few men are admired by their servants. — Michel De Montaigne

He seemed like someone who had woken up after a hundred years of sleep, shaking the dust of a century's dreams from his feet. — Cassandra Clare