A.Z. Black Quotes

I can remember back as far as age 8, performing with the Boston Folk Song Society. It was a Woody Guthrie song.

I've got a small, loyal audience, which is great. And I appreciate that. They're there for me every time.

Death’s favorites don’t die.

If I have more creativity that I want to get out of me, I try to find other ways than pursuing solo records so much.

I'm not saying that people have to listen to rock music. It's a great, cool thing and it can really be liberating for a lot of people but, hey, so can Charles Dickens so I'm not going to judge.

As soon as I got into music, I tried to be a working, real artist who gets paid for what he does, who doesn't have a day job.

All friendships are negotiations of power.

Let me look out for you. Let your enemies become mine.

I don't lie," I lied.

It’s hard to come up with a scheme to thwart some other scheme you don’t even know about.

I need your help," says the tiny figure. Her voice is sad and soft and sounds like Lila's, but with an odd accent that might just be how cats sound when they talk.

You're a pretty cool customer, huh?" says Agent Hunt. "I hide my inner pain under my stoic visage." Agent Hunt looks like he would like to put his fist through my stoic visage.

You are more dangerous than daybreak.

He was as honest as any criminal can hope to be.

Sometimes,” Sam says, “I can’t tell when you’re lying.” “I never lie,” I lie.

Ruthless. That’s my girl.

He was saying that the end of the world wasn't an accident; it was a joke.

Nobody ever really sees me the way I am, underneath everything. But she did. She does.

His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.

Refills are free,” the waitress tells us with a frown, like she’s hoping we’re not the kind of people who ask for endless refills. I am already pretty sure we are exactly those people.

Boys never believe I can beat them, she told me back then. But I always win in the end.

He runs to the sink to spit it out. I grin. There’s nothing quite as funny as someone else’s misery.

A [typical] worker is a part-time slave.

But if you didn't believe in monsters, then how were you going to be able to keep safe from them?

She sits up. I can’t read her expression, but her cheeks look a little pink. “I didn’t think you were going to be here.” “I live here.

Play is always voluntary. What might otherwise be play is work if it's forced.

You have to write a lot. And you have to rewrite what you wrote a lot more.

Everything was strange and beautiful and swollen with possibilities.

I'm afraid that whatever I touch is spoilt by the contact." "I'm not scared of being spoiled," Val said.

If you can educate girls, you can change the world.

I was forced to go to Cotillion when I was in seventh grade. So I learned what fork is what and dance steps.

I see a lot of that on Tumblr - people asking advice from people they don't know. That's so odd to me. Asking an anonymous person for advice seems very odd.

You can't be wishy-washy. That's the most boring thing in the world, to be a middle-of-the-road wet noodle. That's my greatest fear, to be like, "Oh, whatever." That's just not who I am.

For me the curse is a crutch, but the con is everything.

She can’t help it. She loves the con. I tell myself I’m not like her, but I have to admit I love it too.

He’s quiet then. We lie next to each other, twin corpses waiting for burial.

If some of the greats had followed the traditional ways we would be missing so much fine art.

We're going to be eternally optimistic that the Senate is going to get their work done.

In addition to being a nurse, I'm also a small business owner and I taught at a local community college. I'm also a proud mother of three and grandmother of six - all of them wonderful.

Tolerance is something you don't like, but put up with.

You really dug your own grave,” he mutters. “And I’m going to bury you in it.” “Say that louder,” I tell him, under my breath. “I dare you.

When the Reich could no longer pay its obligations, Germany would go bankrupt.

You're yourself," Tana said, grinning. "More purely yourself than anyone I know. And if you can't see who that is anymore, then see yourself the way I see you.

If the enemy of my enemy is my friend, then surely you should be friend to my friend.

You in trouble?” Sam asks. The way he says it, I wonder if he’s thinking about how to get out of here if I am.

Too much verbal stimulation causes the work to suffer.

Flattery will get you everywhere," Sam says, "Except, apparently, off a roof.

I can't trust the people I care about not to hurt me. And I'm not sure I can trust myself not to hurt them, either.

I collect words and phrases for naming the children of my brush.

I discover methods for myself and then read books that describe 'my' method. This leads me to believe that the creative well is shared in some magical way.