Tatara Kakuja Quotes & Sayings

I was attracted by all the town's discos and nightspots, where I wanted nothing more than to drink myself senseless and stagger around chasing girls I could fuck, or at least snog. How could I explain that to Hilde? I couldn't, and I didn't. Instead I opened a new subdivision in my life. 'Booze and hopes of fornication' it was called, and it was right next to 'insight and sincerity', separated only by a minor garden-fence-like change of personality. — Anonymous

And by the way, my dear,' he said, 'you might just mention to Mrs. Sutton that if she must read the morning paper before I come down, I should be obliged if she would fold it neatly afterwards.'
'What an old fuss-box you are, darling,' said his wife.
Mr. Mummery sighed. He could not explain that it was somehow important that the morning paper should come to him fresh and prim, like a virgin.
Women did not feel these things. ("Suspicion") — Dorothy L. Sayers

Up to this point your life has pretty much sucked. You're not responsible for that. But you are responsible for what happens from here on. — Nora Roberts

Destiny is like a book. It needs manufacturing, the pulp process, the glue fixed tightly
and it requires a binding, to hold it together, lest it fall apart. — Lavie Tidhar

I've always felt outside of things; I've always felt different. — Patti Smith

I don't want to go to university. I don't like unity and I hate verses. I just love the choruses of songs. — Emma Forrest

Sometimes we'd sit on that bench for hours, talking about nothing much and blowing smoke rings into the air, and we'd see them teetering past, stumble-drunk after closing time with their brown paper bags and late night vinegar running down their arms and the lack of kindness everywhere. And the girls, panda-eyed and lonely, hitching their bravado to their short skirts, were telling themselves that this was living. We said we would never be them. But there was one boy who had kind eyes. His hair was the colour of the sand and his smile promised everything. I told you he wasn't like the rest, but you didn't want to hear it. — Maire T. Robinson

I am a machine condemned to devour books. — Karl Marx