Valeri Hagedorn > Valeri's Quotes

“I bade her ‘night night,’ and I was already waiting to meet her.”
― Kumar Kinshuk, Ritualistic Murder

“I can smack a ball-bearing between your abusive fiancé’s eyes before his wingtips hit the sidewalk.”
― M.S.M. Barkawitz

“Here’s a story that helps her tie the “bunny ear bow” exactly the same way every time.”
― Sybrina Durant, Cleo Can Tie A Bow: A Rabbit and Fox Story

“But I’m not going to as long as I can help it, as long I’m breathing I will not stop the breath of another, Kins or humans or whoever. Words don't make us do what we’re supposed to do. My actions are my own, I don’t care who wrote them. So I’m going along with this journey to find my own path.”
― Marie Montine, Mourning Grey: Part Two

“This must be awful for you. You get a job, and then next thing you know you’re dealing with a car chase, a bitchy manager, the SEC, and a boss dying to visit a secluded island with his admin assistant.” A slow grin grew on his face.
Mm… when can we go?”
― J.J. Sorel, A Taste of Peace

“When people grow up in a home where extramarital sex is condoned, they’re much less likely to regard it as a deal-breaker. Jacqueline Bouvier’s father, ‘Black Jack,’ confided in her about his female conquests, even going so far as to play a game with Jackie when he visited her at boarding school. She would point to a classmate’s mother, and Jack would respond, ‘Yes’ or ‘Not yet’ — answering the silent question, had he slept with that one?”
― Anne Michaud, Why They Stay: Sex Scandals, Deals, and Hidden Agendas of Eight Political Wives

“The reality of what was happening sank in. How and why had he ended up here? Why had Bevin and Charles been murdered?”
― Behcet Kaya, Murder on the Naval Base

“The final sound of the rifle shot bounced around the lake.”
― Gabriel F.W. Koch, Death Leaves a Shadow

“A good friend once told me that the problems are like cockroaches. If drawn to light, they'll get scared.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, Marina

“Anja? What is to tell? Everywhere I look I'm seeing Anja... From my good eye, from my glass eye, if they're open or they're close, always I'm thinking on Anja.”
― Art Spiegelman, Maus II: A Survivor's Tale: And Here My Troubles Began

“– Еда, Иван Арнольдович, штука хитрая. Есть нужно уметь, и представьте, большинство людей вовсе есть не умеет. Нужно не только знать, что съесть, но и когда и как. (Филипп Филиппович многозначительно потряс ложкой.) И что при этом говорить, да-с! Если вы заботитесь о своем пищеварении, вот добрый совет: не говорите за обедом о большевизме и о медицине. И, Боже вас сохрани, не читайте до обеда советских газет!”
― Mikhail Bulgakov, Собачье сердце

“I have finished To Kill a Mockingbird. It is now my favorite book of all time, but then again, I always think that until I read another book.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“Just at this point of my progress, Mr. Auld found out what was going on, and at once forbade Mrs. Auld to instruct me further, telling her, among other things, that it was unlawful, as well as unsafe, to teach a slave to read. To use his own words, further, he said, "If you give a [n****r] an inch, he will take an ell. A [n****r] should know nothing but to obey his master--to do as he is told to do. Learning would spoil the best [n****r] in the world. Now," said he, "if you teach that [n****r] (speaking of myself) how to read, there would be no keeping him. It would forever unfit him to be a slave. He would at once become unmanageable, and of no value to his master. As to himself, it could do him no good, but a great deal of harm. It would make him discontented and unhappy.”
― Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass

“..who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for an Eternity outside of Time, and alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade,

who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique stores where they thought they were growing old and cried,

who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse and the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments of fashion and the nitroglycerine shrieks of the fairies of advertising and the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors, or were run down by the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality..”
― Allen Ginsberg, Howl and Other Poems