Turnstile Merch Quotes & Sayings
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My captain on the snowy horse
He's coming back to take me home
(He's coming back to take me home)
He'll find me fighting back the terrible thwarts
'Cause I'm not afraid to die alone! — Owl City
Throughout all of human history slaves have been expensive capital purchase items. And today they're disposal inputs like styrofoam cups to an economic process. — Kevin Bales
You should only expect something from your efforts. — Sunday Adelaja
When we enjoy an intimate connection with a lover, we form invisible cord connections between our chakras into their chakras. — Catherine Carrigan
You wheedle the soul out of things," he said. — D.H. Lawrence
An unholy church! it is useless to the world, and of no esteem among men. It is an abomination, hell's laughter, heaven's abhorrence. The worst evils which have ever come upon the world have been brought upon her by an unholy church. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon
General competence is on the fucking decline. — Bret Easton Ellis
Poverty must be eliminated or else the honour of humanity will vanish! — Mehmet Murat Ildan
I can't see any hope but a second front. The psychological effect would be great, even if they could not wade all the way to Berlin in 15 to 20 minutes. — Bess Truman
No Amish woman would dare to confide, even in her sister, that a man's very presence made her heart quicken and her senses tingle. — Sarah Price
The woman with the cat complex is named Mrs. Alice Plesher, but she doesn't reveal her first name to him and Sai only finds out by accident, later. Mrs. Plesher calls the paper and is put through to Sai. He has no idea why although he could guess the new guy gets all of the reporter-on-the-beat drudgery assignments until proven worthy. Alice speaks haltingly as if hardened by age and her voice reveals a rasp. Sai pictures her in a long house dress from the fifties, wide pink and white stripes fading with age
a smock of beige over the dress, a multitude of cats clinging to the fabric like stick-ons. — Justin Bog
