After consciously enduring a twelve-inch knitting needle navigated into the unseen recesses of my pelvis and almost passing out at the sensation of my hip inflating with fluid and somehow clinging to my sanity through the hour-long, migraine-inducing...
It is so small secret that many writers are also alcoholics, drug addicts, sexual deviants, or habitual wearers of blue jeans (in some cases all of the above).
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but us sheep know, true beauty is not in the eye: it lives in the mind.
Humans are born free then put into cages, then convinced freedom is what being in a cage is, and what freedom is, is being in a cage.
Love is born from disagreeing over something we believe in. Hate is born from disagreeing over something we fear.
As you walk through forests or the meadows of your mind, Stop and talk to those you fear Good friendships you may find
I'll see you tomorrow, Mare. You know you want to see my ring." "And your tat," she said, a smile in her voice.
Vegas changed people, creating monsters and broken men. It was easy to let the lights and stolen dreams seep into your blood.
I know you deserve better than me. You think I don’t know that? But if there was any woman made for me … it’s you.
When you like someone, you have to allow yourself to be vulnerable enough to let them in. Love is messy.
And to the absolute fucking horror of losing your best friend because you were stupid enough to fall in love with her.
Yo supe en el momento en que te conocí que había algo en ti que yo necesitaba. Resultó que no era algo de ti. Eras sólo tú.
The Maddoxes could sense trouble. At least it seemed that way, because whenever there was a fight, they had either started it, or finished it. Usually both.
A Maddox boy will take you all the way to the edge, but if you go with him, he’ll follow you anywhere…
Manchester City, the club and the fans, they were amazing. But I'm sorry, the city wasn't that nice. I was all the time at home, and I didn't enjoy it. It was raining all the time. I was a little bit upset.
Poetry is often the art of overhearing yourself say things you didn't know you knew. It is a learned skill to force yourself to articulate your life, your present world or your possibilities for the future.
Success is messy. But so is life. Deal with it. Poverty is messier.
This is not a white and black business we are in. There are messy shades of crimson haunting us in everything we do.
The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.
Iss all regulated Simon, everything in this country is. Yow can't scratch yer arse without some cunt filling o form abaht it.
That's what novels are: They're amalgams of archetypes, collections of random traits one observes in other people through life, blended into fresh characters.
