Death Of Ink Quotes

#1. Once upon a different time, there was a girl who lived in a kingdom of death. Wolves howled up her arm. A whole pack of them--made of tattoo ink and pain, memory and loss. It was the only thing about her that ever stayed the same.

Ryan Graudin

#2. It's not about getting over things, it's about making room for them. It's about painting the picture with contrast.

Brianna Wiest

#3. Honey, I plan to marry you the moment the ink is dry on that death certificate.

Sara Gruen

#4. Only evil of my shadow is my enemy,well die of darkness of life!

Tom Clancy

#5. I could write my name across the sky, and it would be in invisible ink.

Shaun David Hutchinson

#6. See the beauty in all things big and small. Love life like today is your last. Keep knocking until the door is opened unto you. Never lose your sense of child and wonder.

Brenda Rae Schoolcraft

#7. Working with those versed in the Mystical Arts was sometimes like trying to knit with wet spaghetti: just when you thought you'd gotten somewhere, it all came to pieces in your hands.

Jasper Fforde

#8. I think that there has been a slow recognition that there's a mind at work here, and there's a skill and some bit of artistry, and that I could probably do other things. Otherwise, I don't know that I would've been given the opportunity to do Paris, Je T'Aime.

Wes Craven

#9. You have another choice, though," Prince Baelor said quietly. "Whether it is a better choice or a worse one, I cannot say, but I remind you that any knight accused of a crime has the right to demand trial by combat. So I ask you once again, Ser Duncan the Tall - how good a knight are you? Truly?

George R R Martin

#10. Leuconoe, close the book of fate, For troubles are in store, ... Live today, tomorrow is not.

Horace

#11. Her face was as red as her hair. "What are you doing," she cried.
Devon put a question mark next to the sentence. "Editing your paper." What did it look like he was doing?
"You're just cutting out stuff!"
"What do you think editing is?

M.M. John

#12. From the foot of the pyramids I contemplate twenty centuries, buried in the sand ... I came here to hold on to fleeting life, and I see all about me only death ... I write this, not quite knowing what I'm saying, but I dry the ink with the dust of Egyptian queens.

Rachel

#13. A word could cause a riot, ink could spell a man's death, and the Sidhe knew those weapons like the backs of their hands. Oh yes, they knew.

Stefan Bachmann