Terciopelo En Quotes & Sayings

America is still mostly xenophobic and racist. That's the nature of America, I think. — Jerry Garcia

I'm a huge hip-hop fan from way back in the day. — Ed Sheeran

I'm an old broken down piece of meat and I deserve to be all alone ... — Mickey Rourke

Here it comes. My inevitable death, ignoring me all those years when I wished for it daily, arriving only after I've decided I want to live forever. — Isaac Marion

The only way to stay sane in the world outside is to save a soul every day. — Cameron Jace

What's the importance of a photograph if you know the writer's work? But people still want the image, don't they? The writer's face is the surface of the work. It's a clue to the mystery inside. — Don DeLillo

I'm back at Lafayette Park after a trip to the Bodhi Tree Bookstore, not to look at the books but to rub up against the female bookworms and to catch a buzz on the free herbal tea. — Donald O'Donovan

Fine, fine, everyone's fine," said the vampire, a mad gleam in his red eyes, crossing his arms over his chest as Bela Lugosi did in black-and-white films. "Fine as scattered pieces of sand."
She wondered how much effort it had taken him to talk to her the way he had - to, what was it he'd said? Keeping my thoughts clearly ordered - and how crazy he was going to be now, as a result of that strain. — Holly Black

I love competing. I love a challenge. I love going in and showing people what I can do, proving to them that I can get this part, that I can give you what you want. — Keke Palmer

I haven't been baptised. My dad's not in the church and is not a religious person. My mum is more spiritual - she does Thai-chi and goes to Stonehenge and things like that. I'm proud to be pagan. Finland is not really a religious country. I'm still looking for my god. — Ville Valo

If you're going to die, then die. If you are going to live, then fight. — Emilie Autumn

I believe he's a brilliant man with a monstrous self-love and no soul. Put those qualities together, and there are roots planted for a morbid blossoming. — Iris Johansen