A.Z. Black Quotes
Make your skin as thick as you are able to, for your career. Keep it as thin as you can tolerate, for your art.
When positioning a brand, aggressively avoid becoming a "me too" by assertively being a "who else?
My bottom is my deliquent daughter. I lavish praise upon her cheeks when she's well behaved and when she gets out of control, I pretend she isn't mine.
He walked right to her, his long strides eating the space between them and sucking the oxygen in front of her
He’d danced around that story about why he’d moved to Terrebonne more smoothly than an Olympic skater on ice.
Jena shook her head. “Paul needs a life.” “Paul needs a woman, ” Ceelie said.
Me and my insatiable curiosity. If there's any justice in the world, I was a very good cat in a past life.
...as long as nothing happens between them, the memory is cursed with what hasn't happened.
If you possess enough courage to speak out what you are, you will find you are not alone.
It made leaving bearable, knowing I'd had that kind of love in my life. Knowing I'd had the best thing.
I never really wanted to die. But I followed through anyway. The pain in my heart was excruciating, and death was beautiful.
As my future crumbled before my eyes, I grasped for the rope. My entire life's struggle was ending here, in plain view of my enemies. How was it possible? Had had I let things come to this?
Fire and paper - they do not mix well, n'est pas?""Perhaps they mix too well.
A writer who hasn't written anything worth-while is a most doubtful person.
J.W. and Roy didn’t just snatch the childhood away from Emmett
Their dark skin, their gender, their economic status--none of those were acceptable excuses for not giving the fullest rein to their imaginations and ambitions.
Don't be amazed. There is nothing strange about eight white men being alone and therefore helpless.
It’s almost like that’s the definition of being American: You love becoming Irish for a day, or becoming Italian… Or becoming a Negro for four years.
I advise you to be suspicious of any black American whose family does not claim a blood connection to Native Americans. That’s a clear sign of a racial infiltrator who has not done enough research.
Girls get under each other's skin. We get too close, too attached, too crazy, and then we can't let go. Our claws sink too deep. When we separate, we tear each other apart.
Life can be at its cruelest with love and dreams. But of course they keep most of us going.
Yet a mysterious gate lay open within her shadow
For in Mexico, ladies and gentlemen, it's always high noon and what glows is fuchsia and what's dead is dead and no feather-dusters.
Our fate liesin the handsof the things we loveand sometimesthe things we loveare the thingsthat lead usto the fatal destructionof ourselves.
She was the death of me, the beginning and the end.And I never understood her, for how could someoneSo beautiful be the causeof so much destructionafter all.
All you need is one thought and one word. When you learn how to connect them, you can do anything you like.
It’s sadthat burnt marshmallowsmake me think ofmethamphetamine, when theyshould bringback childhoodmemories ofs’mores
Meanwhile, the mole goes on with its subterranean daydreams, The dogs lie around like rugs
Tell The Truth, and Shame The Devil.
Most of my girlfriends are sent by the Devil and seem genuinely bemused when I do not succumb to their powers.
I am always in a state of Eunoia.And I'm not in it just for the vowels.
I think he's looking for comfort, but I don't have any to give.
Know how to rank your beliefs not according to their plausibility but by the harm they may cause.
Eraritjaritjaka albutjikaNkinjaba iturala albutjika ...His heart is filled with longing to turn for homeIn the heat of the sun to return home ...'Ulamba chant, Aboriginal Central Australia
I don't want to hide. I want to slow dance with you again. I want to dance with you forever.
Here's how I'll tell you what I think—if you see white smoke then you know I picked a new pope. And if I'm drinking a Snapple then you know I don't give a shit.
You are not a handgun. More like a pellet gun. Maybe even a slingshot.
We're all Hitler inside. We're all Christ inside. I'm not keen on the idea, but it's true, isn't it? We've all got a little bit of the devil in us.
I'm sure you have drawers overflowing with panties the ladies throw at the stage. We saw you guys play down at Mon Brewing a few times. Way to keep the Nineties alive.
Music lets you write your own checks. Don't ever forget that.
Life is sometimes hard, and you have to laugh your way through it.
Magic is all about words and believing. If you believe then anything is possible.
My mum, in addition to trying to mutilate me with lobsters, always told me that shy kids get nothing.