Sixteenth Notes Quotes

#1. A teenage girl creaming while she listens to some boy-band, a monk digging on the God he hears in Gregorian chants, or John fucking Coltrane himself climbing up into the sky on a staircase made of sixteenth notes, it's all the same. If it takes you there, it's good.

Tad Williams

#2. Economy: that what you played had to have meaning, not just a bunch of sixteenth notes. You learn to make better choices of notes as you get older.

Art Farmer

#3. I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life.

Markus Zusak

#4. You cannot stop the unstoppable

Patrick Star

#5. We are paint streaked runners,
deafened by the cries of all the sad people.
It's a powerful sound that practically yanks the tears right out of you.
Sometimes, you just can't help but feel like a
very small
clam in
a very
big ocean.

Taylor Rhodes

#6. I'd felt the pop of the needle sliding into my veins, like a fang into flesh. I'd been enveloped in the golden haze where nothing is wrong even when everything is falling apart. A dance with a hypodermic fiend, my hands in the claws of a vulture.

Taylor Rhodes

#7. He tilted my chin up and I swear those lips are magic. Witchcraft. Sorcery. Whatever it is in those lips, it's addictive. Unassailable. I had to have more. More of this feeling of being wanted.

Taylor Rhodes

#8. Moving on should be a required high school class
because Lynchburg is determined to make me forget.

Taylor Rhodes

#9. Even to see her walk across the room is a liberal education.

C.S. Lewis

#10. And then it changed. I wasn't letting him anymore. He was taking, pawing, grabbing. I pushed, I cried out, I squirmed, but like I said it's a shitty game and he didn't feel like playing by the rules anymore.

Taylor Rhodes

#11. This city is yawning before me, but I'm not tired.

Taylor Rhodes

#12. Although I'm used to losing everything, I also realised I'm not good at letting things go.

Kyuugou

#13. We screamed this primeval scream built on a base of freedom, raised from beauty of a dying breed, and threw our heads back to laugh or cry, I'm not entirely sure which. But the scream shook the golden sunset, bringing it to its knees.

Taylor Rhodes

#14. You're elegance in a misunderstood form. Crystal quartz in a world of platinum. Oh, my dizzy boy, there's a fire in you that I use to warm my hands on chilly mornings.

Taylor Rhodes

#15. Is it bad to like the way the scars look on my skin? Oh, the way they feel under my hands. My body's protecting itself, saying, "No, this barrier of scar tissue is to keep you out.

Taylor Rhodes

#16. And then, when noon comes,
Each stranger
Has no room left in the light
Except for only his hands.
Here are mine. They are kind of skinny. May I have your
lovely trees?

James Wright

#17. Whatever I'm thinking about has got to fit into thirty-two pages, the standard picture book size. So that's something. But the structure and the form for me are almost the most important, because these will express as much as words and images will the content of the work.

Chris Raschka

#18. You have to deduce a person's real feelings about a thing by a smile she does not know is on her face, by the way bitterness tightens muscles at a mouth's corner, or the way air is allowed to flow from the lungs.

Doris Lessing

#19. I'm nineteen tree rings and mashed acorns stop up my veins when I can't clot. Oh god, you beautiful person, I'll let you lick the salt off of my tattoos as if they were wounds, wounds made of ink and stories.

Taylor Rhodes

#20. You are happy even if you are afraid to admit it.

David Levithan

#21. Wrap him up in floral wallpaper, wishing the envelopes I seal were his lips, leaving hickeys like stamps to show where he's been.

Taylor Rhodes

#22. For a man under suspicion movement is better than rest, for the man who is at rest can always, without knowing it, be on the scales being weighed together with his sins.

Franz Kafka

#23. I've been chastised for going into mixed martial arts and backing out. But the reason I backed out was the terms - they wanted me ready to fight in four weeks, but you've got to be out of your mind. So I decided to go back to my roots, back to wrestling.

Kurt Angle