A.Z. Black Quotes

The True Measure Of Success is determined by your home life.

And if I wanted to kill myself, I wouldn't throw myself off a roof. And if I was going to throw myself off a roof, I would put on some pants before I did it.

Whenever I tour my district and I ask small businesspeople 'what can I do to help?,' they tell me to just get government out of the way and they'll create the jobs and grow on their own.

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.

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

In times of stress drawing is a way of relieving tension.

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.

Draw, as much and as often as you can. When drawing lies fallow, the skill diminishes.

Too much verbal stimulation causes the work to suffer.

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

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.

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

The row of dolls watched her impassively from the bookshelf, their tea party propriety almost certainly offended.

I’m Lila, and yes, he’s crazy. But you must have noticed that before now. He was crazy back when I knew him, and he’s obviously gotten crazier over time.

It’s sweet. All this trouble for a kitty.

Downstairs, Grandad's warning Barron about something. His voice swells, and I catch the words, "In my day we were feared. Now we're just afraid.

Marks forget that whenever something's too good to be true, that's because it's a con.

I thought of how proud he was when he took the marks- cutting the skin of his throat in a long slash and then packing it with ashes until keloid scars rose up. He called it his second smile.

It's not that I don't know that it's a bad idea. It's that, lately, bad ideas have a particular hold over me.

You don't have to protect these people, Cassel." I am these people.

Philip Sharpe was a soldier in God's army," says the minister. "Now he marches with the angels.

No trouble ever got fixed late at night," he said. "Midnight is for regrets.

If you keep it," Daneca says, "he'll have his claws in you." Everyone has their claws in me. Everyone.

I'm the best kind of thief, the kind that leaves behind items equal in value to those he's stolen.

She wears trouble like a crown. If she ever falls in love, she’ll fall like a comet, burning the sky as she goes.

I thought you needed to be tougher. But I've been thinking that protecting somebody by hurting them before someone else gets the chance isn't the kind of protecting that anybody wants.

If she was going to die, she might as well die sarcastic.

She wants me to take out Patton.” Barron’s brows draw together. “Take out? As in transform him?” “No,” I say. “As in take out to dinner. She thinks we’d make a good couple.

And stupid. Brave and Stupid." Ravus smiled, but then his smile sagged. "But nothing can stop you from being terrible once you've learned how.

I'm going to take off your gag.And if you try to bite me or grab me or anything, I'll hit you with this thing as hard as I can as many times as I can. Understood?"- Tana to Gavriel, page 20 chapter 3

She says that what you did was a cry for help." "It was," I say. "That's why I was yelling 'Heeeelp!' I don't really go in for subtlety.

You are the best kind of killer, Cassel Sharpe, the kind that never has blood on his hands. The kind that never has to sicken at the sight of what he's done, or come to like it too much.

That’s family for you. Can’t live with them, can’t murder them.

You sure you want to cross me?" In that moment she's her father's daughter.

Farewell, Father," she said. He fell back upon his chair, choking. She laughed, not with mirth or even mockery, but something that was closer to a sob. "You crafted me so sharp, I cut even myself.

The first boy I fell in love with didn't know I loved him, but he managed to break my heart anyway.

He wondered whether growing up was learning that most stories turned out to be lies.

I thought weirdness was a good thing. I don't mean that defensively, either. I thought it was something to be cultivated.

Once someone's hurt you, it's harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn't stop you from wanting them.

Carney is like a graveyard where everyone already owns their plots and has built houses on top of them.

Mine. The language of love is like that, possessive. That should be the first warning that it's not going to encourage anyone's betterment.

She knew she shouldn't feel that way about a monster, but right then, she wanted nothing more than a monster of her very own.

Although his personality is generally quite agreeable, Mr Murdoch has no loyalty to anyone or anything except his company.