Valen Cortas Quotes

#1. But names no longer meant anything. On Lunamere, everyone became a number in the end.
Deep in the belly of hell incarnate Valen became 377.

Sasha Alsberg

#2. Had my life increased, or merely added to itself? There had been addition and subtraction in my life, but how much multiplication?

Julian Barnes

#3. I recommend it to all people: Get down on the floor and look at the world from where the child looks at it.

Jamie Lee Curtis

#4. Beautiful, delightful, noble, memorable, as is the world, I yet am well content in my shady crevice.

Christina Rossetti

#5. For a man to come right out and say he does not believe in the Old Testament, I think many Catholics across the nation as well as the world are offended by Bill O'Reilly claiming he's an Irish Catholic.

Stephen Bennett

#6. Bloody bullocks, beggin' your pardon, gentlemen, but they'd take the wooden leg off a cripple to kindle a fire!

Alexander Kent

#7. When your car is about to go off a cliff, it's a weird time to be thinking about gas mileage and drag coefficients; better to take the right control action - look out the window and steer or use the brake until you're back on course.

Michael Bolton

#8. You can forget about recovery. There is no recovery - and there's not going to be any recovery. Recovery is an impossibility.

Bill Bonner

#9. I didn't come to Washington to fight against my Republican colleagues, or even against my colleagues on the other side of the aisle. I came to Washington to fight for the values that make our country unique - for the economic freedom that gives life to the American Dream.

David Schweikert

#10. I've always felt that acting is acting at the end of the day, so whether you're doing comedy or heavy drama or anything else in between, you always have to bring a semblance of honesty to it. It's all make believe.

Benjamin Bratt

#11. I steal scenes, I steal opportunities. I am the ultimate thief. I got sticky fingers, man. They all call me The Thief.

J. B. Smoove

#12. At gambling, the deadly sin is to mistake bad play for bad luck.

Ian Fleming

#13. He had always looked at the world and seen it in a thousand different colors, his fingers itching to paint each turn of light, each curl of the wind sweeping through the silver streets.

Every shade was unique in Valen's eyes.

And yet... he was losing colors, too.

Sasha Alsberg