Cerveau Dessin Quotes

#1. And if the characters haven't died, they carry on murdering to this very day ...

Rebekka Kricheldorf

#2. Time softens all griefs, they say, and it is useless to dwell on lives that might have been. We are granted only one life, and one is enough. Whom do such regrets profit? What do they achieve, except to bring us unhappiness?

Peter Hobbs

#3. You know, I think I had my first past life recall when I was 7.

Shirley Maclaine

#4. I love songs, and I love songwriting, and there's a standard of songwriting within Chicago blues in particular. I don't like the sad blues, necessarily; the Chicago blues is what I like, which is the kind of blues you can dance to.

Sinead O'Connor

#5. She'd woken up with a receipt for condoms. That much she knew. But had she used them? Even if she had, a little voice in the back of her head yelled, "Glow-in-the-dark condoms from the Dollar Store, probably expired!

Samantha Bohrman

#6. Warhol is the pre-Helnwein.

Gottfried Helnwein

#7. Perversity depends on reversal and substitution.

Mason Cooley

#8. While I have no empirical evidence to back this up, I bet that the number of homosexual people per thousand has not fluctuated all that much over the centuries. I do not believe the dented wisdom my father used to extol, that homosexuality was a sure sign of a civilization in decline.

Henry Rollins

#9. Palm Strike's main superpower is the stupidity of his enemies.

Charlie Jane Anders

#10. The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.

Rabindranath Tagore

#11. I'm going, and don't you dare try to stop me.
I ran through the door, willing myself to make it downstairs before I started to cry.

Claudia Gray

#12. My residence was more favorable, not only to thought, but to serious reading, than a university;

Henry David Thoreau

#13. Each reader reads only what is already within himself. The book is only a sort of optical instrument which the writer offers to the reader to enable the latter to discover in himself what he would not have found but for the aid of the book.

Marcel Proust

#14. Death is my art form--when I fight, I'm a ballerina. Graceful. Chi lacks my grace, but makes up for it in energy and enthusiasm. His fighting style is like breakdancing--strong and frenetic with some really sweet moves. Jo's is . . .the Macarena. Ugly but gets the job done.

Eliza Crewe