Book Quotes
Yo Mama’s so ugly that your father takes her to work with him so that he doesn't have to kiss her goodbye.
Yo Mama’s so ugly, when she joined an ugly contest, they said, “Sorry, no professionals.
If Yo Mama and Yo Daddy got a divorce, they'd still be brother and sister.
Yo Mama's like mustard, she spreads easy.
Yo Mama sucks so much d***, her lips went double platinum.
What’s the difference between Yo Mama and a 747?-About 20 pounds.-Yo mama carries more passengers.-Not everyone's been on a 747.
Yo Mama's like a library, open to the public.
Yo Mama's so fat her butt cheeks have different area codes.
Life is way too short, so try to enjoy every minute of it with a sense of humor!
Slaves in the past were captured by force
My job as a writer is simple. Write a book I’m proud of, and present it as a gift to the world. Some will love it.Some will hate it.That’s the nature of art.
My job as a writer is simple.Write a book I’m proud of, and present it as a gift to the world.Some will love it.Some will hate it.That’s the nature of art.
Pretend you're not spending $3 to read one of my books but buying me a coffee and having a conversation about yourself.
Of all the ways of acquiring books, writing them oneself is regarded as the most praiseworthy method.— Walter Benjamin, "Unpacking My Library
Thoughts don't have time and space, one need to hold them. The one who succeeds at them becomes a writer.
Many writers make the mistake of making their readers appear like Lazarus, without any iota of care, throwing down books to readers to crunch as if they are dogs.
To write a good book, you must read one book for each page of the book you are about to write.
As I drove out the wrought iron gates I had entered, I noticed for the first time how intricate and beautiful they were. They were forged by hand so many years ago and had stood the test of time.
Do you remember the time, Mike, ” Jeremy laughed, “that you put a banana down your pants and walked up to the Palma-nator. It looked like you had one hell of a hard-on.
The out-dated imagery of sitting over a dusty typewriter staring at blank pages for years is a fallacy and probably designed to keep you from living up to your fullest potential.
Some writers may never create a work. Their purpose is to help others create their first word.
That's the trouble with loving a wild thing: You're always left watching the door.But you also get kind of used to it.
The attraction of reading is that it allows you to live, for a few hours, as someone else—grants you access to their head, their thoughts, their secrets.
Always choose the adventure ... unless, it's chilly outside and there's a cup of warm coffee resting near a book and comfy sofa.
I'm ready for another adventure now, take me far away please!Ok one more... But then you have to read to me!
You can make it if you try. Don't give up or quit the fight. If you believe, you will see, you can do it.
I saw her face then, and I recognized something of myself in her expression. Her eyes flicked over the shelves, seeking possibilities for escape.
Horses ... horses made me happy, complete. Then and there in the middle of some state, in a wild state of being, I vowed I would own a horse again.
She'll never be all the way tame, just the way she's made ... sorta like you, I imagine.
We'll have all night for slow and sweet, " she said softly. "But right now, I really want that hard and fast you mentioned earlier.
Stop talking, " she said boldly as she closed the distance between them until they were touching. "We can walk to the bedroom or you can carry me but if you don't decide soon I may just go insane.
Do you have any idea how badly I want to pick you up and carry you into my bedroom and make love to you?
Talk to me. Say something, anything, " he pleaded quietly as if he was trying to tame a wild animal."There's nothing to say."He looked up and lowered his eyebrows on his eyes. "Why did you kiss me?
I was falling back again and fast, or maybe I’d never stopped feeling something for him. And it was still hopeless, but at least, I could touch him a little bit.
He brought his forehead against mine and we breathed the same air, slowly to try and find our composure. But it was impossible for me as long as he’s so close to me. “You’re ruining me.�
I closed my eyes and immediately I pictured Brooklyn’s full lips parted on a moan, her eyes glassy and her pupils dilated, her cheeks flushed and her body…her smoking body bared only for me.
All I know is, being away from you......makes it hard to breathe. I miss you so much
Depression is evil. Before you know it, it takes over and there's no escaping it.
It's time for everybody to start becoming conscious of their conscience.
I’m supposed to feel like it’s such a great apartment, but I don’t. It’s the right price, there are no bugs and it’s got a great view, but it’s the lair of Satan...--Nil Caveat
A word can change a mind, a sentence can change a life and a book can change the world.
I'm sixteen with what I hope will be a long life ahead, but I'm willing to give it up, to give anything to let her live, to let her make it through the night.