C.C. Hunter Quotes

Darkness, air, water, and sky will come together... and shake the forest to its roots.

I have to stay here and bury her," he whispered. "Here, between RiverClan and ThunderClan. After this, not even her own Clan will want to mourn her.

Three young cats with starlight in their eyes and the whisper of ancient wind in their fur." -Rock, Cats of the Clans

Stormfur... You'll have to go on without me, brother. Save the Clan.

CinderHeart: You’re the one that changed every thing. LoinBlaze: No. This was all decided before I was born.

Tigerkit! Have you been eavesdropping again?" Tawnypelt glared at her dark tabby kit, but it was easy to see the fondness in her eyes.

The water is calm, but the currents pull beneath the surface. Though they can’t be seen, they have the power to drag cats to their deaths.

Now Darkstripe,' Graypaw hissed to Firepaw under his breath, 'is neither young, nor pretty.

Oh, and welcome to the Three.

You know how I feel about you, Bluefur. I'd do my best to make you happy, I promise. And I'll love your kits as though they were my own.

He never seemed to get tired. Always first up and ready to move on. Never afraid of what lay ahead.

All cats old enough to catch thier own prey,gather here under the High Rock for a clan meeting!

Because I'm a Thunderclan cat like you," she replied, ad darker shadow in the darkness of the tunnel. "My name is Hollyleaf

The time for lies and secrets is over," she meowed. "The truth must come out. Starclan was wrong not to tell you who you were a long time ago.

What do you mean, something important? It's the middle of the night! -Sandstorm

Walk softly and carry a big stick. Or stomp loudly and carry enough firepower to start a small war. Whatever worked

I've never had a career of that kind of box office power. I've always learned the hard way

It is the deepest desire of my heart to have every member of the Church worthy to enter the temple.

The real Christmas comes to him who has taken Christ into his life as a moving, dynamic, vitalizing force. The real spirit of Christmas lies in the life and mission of the Master.

At 22, there’s a lot of trying to figure out love, which at the end of the day, I’ve realized I’ll never figure out, though the process of trying is fun.

I truly believe that when you've found the one you're searching for, you become a better version of yourself. You're better for it.

I am grateful I got the chance to meet Stevie Wonder! He's like royalty to me and is one of my biggest inspirations.

Thank you to country radio for believing in me.

I am blessed beyond belief.

To be the name on somebody's shirt that they've made themselves in preparation for one of your shows - it doesn't get much cooler than that.

All my band members were old enough to be my dad. It was like this family vibe.

Anytime I can go fly for a few hours, I go. It's stressful and stress-relieving at the same time.

Like a wave on the ocean I will always come right back to you.

I don't even have a type, I don't think. My type is just whoever can get along with me.

When parents watch scientist after scientist describe the dangers of GM foods, I wouldn't want to be a stubborn food service director trying to stand in their way.

Did we put our kids in 0.5-mile-per-gallon (mpg) tanks and 17 feet per gallon aircraft carriers because we failed to put them in 32-mpg cars?

Maybe I'm a better actor when I know there's going to be an older woman involved.

He had that rare weird electricity about him - that extremely wild and heavy presence that you only see in a person who has abandoned all hope of ever behaving normally.

Fear is just another word for ignorance.

Once I establish credit, I may be able to function. A man needs credit. Especially when he has no money.

He could shake your hand and stab you in the back at the same time.

Platitudes are safe, because they're easy to wink at, but truth is something else again.

There is nothing worse than a man in the throws of an ether bender.

Reality itself is too twisted.

Fishing from a boat seems like dilettante bullshit - like hunting wild boar with a can of spray paint from the safety of a pick-up truck

I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right.

Fiction is based on reality unless you're a fairytale artist.

If you have half a story and you don't know the rest, you use what you have to pry the rest out of someone.

The first paragraph. The last paragraph. That's where the story is going and how it's going to end. Or else you'll go off in a hundred different directions.

As hideous and dumb as it sounds, I wouldn't be at all surprised by an invasion of Iraq on September II. I'll take a long shot bet on that.

There is probably some long-standing "rule" among writers, journalists, and other word-mongers that says: "When you start stealing from your own work you're in bad trouble." And it may be true.

I've been studying drugs for years.

My blood is too thick for California: I have never been able to properly explain myself in this climate.

Never create anything, it will be misinterpreted, it will chain you and follow you for the rest of your life.

Just sick enough to be totally confident