Memory was a curse, yes, he thought, but it was also the greatest gift. Because if you lost memory you lost everything.
You wouldn't think you could kill an ocean, would you? But we'll do it one day. That's how negligent we are.
I feel that the essence of dance is the expression of man--the landscape of his soul. I hope that every dance I do reveals something of myself or some wonderful thing a human can be.
You can be Eastern or Burmese or what have you, but the function of the body and the awareness of the body results in dance and you become a dancer, not just a human being.
At the time I started in ballet they were dancing 'The Spirit of Champagne' on pointe, in Paris. I thought, 'I don't want to dance the spirit of champagne, I want to drink it!
The morning was brisk and the coffee was hot and roasted with little gurgles in the room. Rosie hadn’t moved, but she let out a tiny snore every now and again that made everything perfect.
He had waited until I had my door open, then driven away. The perfect gentleman. Sort of like Dracula just before he drank your blood.
Before I knew you, I thought brave was not being afraid. You've taught me that bravery is being terrified and doing it anyway.
Sometimes it would be nice not to have to do my best. Sometimes it would just be nice not to have a crisis to deal with. - Anita Blake
You've asked me out tons of times." "Not really. I've made inappropriate suggestions and frequently pushed for nudity. But I've never asked you out on a real date.
We can retreat and retreat and let ourselves get backed into corners forever. Or we can go out and meet the enemy at the time and place we choose. Not them.
What's that?" he asked, when I stood beside him again. "Halos," I said with a grin. "For heavenly creatures like us." "That might be a stretch.
I've lost someone, too; someone I loved. I know how you feel." - Does it get easier? "Yes. But you'll never be the same again.
Roza." His voice had that same wonderful lowness, the same accent . . . it was all just colder. "You forgot my first lesson: Don’t hesitate.
You can take the barbarian out of the tavern, but he can take the blood out of your body.
What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood? Que diran de mi poesia los que no tocaron mi sangre?
You look at me with them eyes of yers, an I look at yer lips... an all I can think about is what it'ud be like to kiss you.
An is getting a tank of gas or picking up a carton of milk or something. It is getting chased by flying purple pyromaniac gorillas hurling incendiary poo!
Lust is a tool, desire a trap. Wield the first, and you can take someone’s soul. Fall into the second, and they can take yours. ~ Isadora Conti to Grayson van Court
- Did you really save the world ?... - Mostly I was saving my own ass. Just happend that the world was in the same spot.
I’m more than twisted. I’m the worst kind of vampire… But you’re the one who’s craving me, so what does that make you?
