The nights you fight best are when all the weapons are pointed at you, when all the voices hurl their insults while the dream is being strangled. The nights you fight best are when reason gets kicked in the gut, when the chariots of gloom encircle yo...
Harmonica: I saw three of these dusters a short time ago, they were waiting for a train. Inside the dusters, there were three men. Cheyenne: So? Harmonica: Inside the men, there were three bullets. Cheyenne: That's a crazy story, Harmonica, for two r...
Narrator: In the period of which we speak, there reigned in the cities a stench barely conceivable to us modern men and women. Naturally, the stench was foulest in Paris, for Paris was the largest city in Europe. And nowhere in Paris was that stench ...
Narrator: Michael Squints Palledorous walked a little taller that day. And we had to tip our hats to him. He was lucky she hadn't beat the *crap* out of him. We wouldn't have blamed her. What he'd done was sneaky, rotten, and low... and cool. Not ano...
Paul Varjak: You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-You-Are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only...
Who will teach me to write? a reader wanted to know. The page, the page, that eternal blankness, the blankness of eternity which you cover slowly, affirming time's scrawl as a right and your daring as necessity; the page, which you cover woodenly, ru...
Feelings are never stupid, they just make us feel stupid sometimes.
You should feel free to feel how you want and don't think of what people think.
I feel the 21st century is another new age. Not only can we collaborate again with nature, but we have to. It's an emergency.
I don't want to make music alone in a dark studio and make me feel awful and depressed. I want to make music and feel happy and get to share it with people.
You are never so alone as when you are ill on stage. The most nightmarish feeling in the world is suddenly to feel like throwing up in front of four thousand people.
Sometimes I feel as if I'm racing with my own shadow
My Gullah grandfather is bringing a bag of dust to a vampire war. I feel better.
Live how you live, feel how you feel and fuck all the phonies in your way.
I feel the fear, but I walk fast toward it.
Get past the hard-on, and you could feel him. I mean really feel him.
If you have work to do, don't wait to feel like it; set to work and you will feel like it.
Happy is what I feel; Joy is what I experience.
I feel angry but not homocidal; this may be unlooked-for progress.
I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired.
Poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings.
