Ash And Quill Quotes

#1. Some children have the most disagreeable way of getting grown-up

Lewis Carroll

#2. Don't hate anyone," she had said. "It's quite useless and harms the hater while it does nothing at all to the hated.

Ruth Rendell

#3. Men are good but women are magic.

Catherine Deneuve

#4. I was looking for a quiet place to die.

Paul Auster

#5. The most important part of the body is the brain. Of my face, I like the eyebrows and eyes. Aside from that, I like nothing. My head is too small.

Frida Kahlo

#6. Super Mario Bros. is equivalent to the Big Bang of our gaming universe. If it were not for this blindingly spectacular creation, digital entertainment as we know it today would not exist.

Hideo Kojima

#7. His hands, which had been on her hips, suddenly grasped the slim strap of her panties and snapped the material apart.
"You owe me another pair," she gasped.
"Stop wearing them and it won't be a problem.

Savannah Stuart

#8. I mean ... who was it that said if the door is locked, find a window. If the windows locked, well ... break it. If it won't break then find a freaking sledgehammer and make a new one.

C.C. Hunter

#9. He's our rodent control officer. He doesn't catch mice, he just terrifies them.

Lilian Jackson Braun

#10. Prayer is ecstatic communication with your innernavigational computer.

Timothy Leary

#11. A lot of solo directors have a really strong creative producer with them. Jay and I have less of a need for that because we have each other.

Mark Duplass

#12. I will dance and resist and dance and persist and dance. This heartbeat is louder than death.

Suheir Hammad

#13. It was napoleon who once observed how easy it is to win men over through flattery simply by bequeathing a title to them or pinning a metal or token on their chest.

Texe Marrs

#14. Some part of me instinctively reached out, and in an odd way understood this pain, never imagining that I would someday look in the mirror and see their sadness and insanity in my own eyes.

Kay Redfield Jamison

#15. Thoth, Hermes, the stylus,
the palette, the pen, the quill endure,
though our books are a floor
of smouldering ash under our feet.

Hilda Doolittle