Wasii Mehar Quotes & Sayings

Evan and Matt where kissing. Passionately, erotically kissing. She saw tongues. — Tere Michaels

On page 605, Blumenthal says that 'I made friends with Hitchens's friends the novelists Martin Amis and Salman Rushdie.' True in its way. I particularly remember the occasion when he called me up and invited me to dinner with Dick Morris, but only on condition that I brought Rushdie (who was staying in my house) along with me. No Rushdie: no invitation. So I never did get to meet Dick Morris. — Christopher Hitchens

Only eliminating all pains in the ass the real mild and gentle man can live in peace. — William C. Brown

Want to come over to my place?" I asked him.
The sparkle in his eyes danced in humor. "I don't know," he said. "You live so far away. — Darynda Jones

I trained at The Groundlings and was surrounded by some very funny women and also some very unfunny men. I didn't feel a sense of things being different because I was a girl. — Kaitlin Olson

How much does your building weigh?
A question often used to challenge architects to consider how efficiently materials were used for the space enclosed. — R. Buckminster Fuller

I'm going to write to you about the emptiness that was left when you took my boy away. I'm going to write so you can look into my empty life and see what a human boy really is from the shape of the hole he leaves behind. I want you to feel that hole in your heart and stroke it with your hands and cut your fingers on its sharp edges. — Chris Cleave

To do the same again and again with the same gain not going far and not going somewhere else, it's call stupidy or let's stop the insult and start with an open start. It means you have stuck in the time, for god sake a lot of people get there and hard get out. — Deyth Banger

Having only learned to recognize merde when I see it, having inherited no more from my father than a good nose for merde, for every species of shit that flies
my only talent
smelling merde from every quarter, living in fact in the very century of merde, the great shithouse of scientific humanism where needs are satisfied, everyone becomes an anyone, a warm and creative person, and prospers like a dung beetle ... — Walker Percy