Tekising Quotes & Sayings

A boy needs some territory to call his own. Does he get to choose what he wears - often? Does he have certain special toys that he does not have to let others play with? Is his room, especially, a little kingdom over which he has some say? Of course, a parent expects him to clean his room. I'm talking about choices of what color to paint it, what pictures he gets to hang on the walls. Do his parents and siblings have to knock before they enter? You might want to ask yourself, "The things that were precious to me when I was young - did I have any sort of control over them?" How else will he learn to rule? — John Eldredge

I read someplace that I used to make B-pictures. Hell, they were a lot farther down the alphabet than that ... but not as far down as R and X. I think any man who makes an X-rated picture ought to be made to take his own daughter to see it. — John Wayne

Music is an immediate art; it's always happening right now ... — Sam Andrew

People get offended by animal rights campaigns. It's ludicrous. It's not as bad as mass animal death in a factory. — Richard Gere

Tell me that you don't take that blade and drag it across your skin and pray for the courage to press down. — Susanna Kaysen

As deaths have accumulated I have begun to think of life and death as a set of balance scales. When one is young, the scale is heavily tipped toward the living. With the first death, the first consciousness of death, the counter scale begins to fall. Death by death, the scales shift weight until what was unthinkable becomes merely a matter of gravity and the fall into death becomes an easy step. — Alison Hawthorne Deming

It doesn't matter how rich or important you are. Everyone's in the same boat. And medical resources and costs are kept under control."
"What about brains?" Ethan asks. "What are they worth?"
"Brains are pretty much illegal. — Mary E. Pearson

The center had frayed like a rag rug that had been washed and walked on and shaken and hung and dried. The lines and nets of mesh which held the last jewel at the breast of the world were unraveling. Things were not holding together. The earth drew in its breath in the summer of the coming eclipse.
The boy idled along the upper corridor of this stone place which was home, sensing these things, not understanding. — Stephen King