Cabe Evans Quotes

#1. I'm only interested in heavy metal when it's me who's playing it. I suppose it's a bit like smelling your own farts.

John Entwistle

#2. As a kid I read Jules Verne, H. G. Wells, and a few others. As an adult have admired Leonardo da Vinci's drawings and notebooks.

Viggo Mortensen

#3. I told you," says Riley, looking pleased. "F.A.F"

"F.A.F?" I repeat, trying not to stare at her. "What's that?"

"Fine. As. Fuck.

Beckie Stevenson

#4. Meat and two veg is your knob," I tell him.

He frowns again, looking confused. "Knob?"

"Dick," I say, "penis, cock, nob, chopper, dong, cream stick, one-eyed trouser snake, prick, tadger, willy, bell-end, or dobber. Take your pick.

Beckie Stevenson

#5. I know no class of my fellowmen, however just, enlightened, and humane, which can be wisely and safely trusted absolutely with the liberties of any other class.

Frederick Douglass

#6. She's shaking like a shitting dog," Riley says.

I look up at her and her hands that hang awkwardly at her sides and see her fingers trembling. "Yeah," I agree, "she is."

"She'll be shaking like a shitting dog when I'm done wither her," he says...

Beckie Stevenson

#7. I am not bald - my head is just a solar panel for a sex machine.

Telly Savalas

#8. We believe in a strong dollar ... Chinese financial assets are very safe.

Timothy Geithner

#9. I just don't like that you can either be ugly and smart or pretty and dumb, or ugly and nice or pretty and mean.

Jennifer Lawrence

#10. Many powerful people don't want peace, because they live off war

Pope Francis

#11. Riley swings the door open and grins at me. "G'day mate!"

I frown at him. "What the hell was that?"

"Me," he says, "trying to speak your language."

I push past him and plonk myself down on his sofa. "That was Australian.

Beckie Stevenson

#12. they chewed on the cud.

Wilbur Smith

#13. You've got an empire to run, I'm just your arm candy.

Lisa Kessler

#14. You're stunning," I whisper.
I take a step towards her and pull her into my arms.
"And you're all mine.

Beckie Stevenson

#15. She starts to walk away and I know that I have to stop her. Before I even have a chance to think about what I'm doing my arm shoots out. My hand immediately curls around her elbow and then I pull her roughly towards me. Her eyes widen in shock.

"Stay," I breathe into her ear.

Beckie Stevenson

#16. He leans back casually in his chair as I watch the corner of his mouth pull up just a fraction. "And what sort of conversation is it that you think you've missed?"

I take a deep breath and put the DVD's onto the floor. "The one about us.

Beckie Stevenson

#17. How often do the poor in the US get to stand in front of their nation's Marie Antoinette's and shove the stale, mass-produced cake of lower class reality back into their mouths?

M.B. Dallocchio