Red Quotes

You see the world in colors, I see in Black and Red.

I grow weary of the loveThat lasts for a nightWhen it should be thereThe next sunrise

I learned that books are never finished, that it is possible for stories to go on writing themselves without an author.

The moon had been lighted and was hung in a treetop.

It appeared that the swift wings of their desires would have shattered against the iron gates of the impossible.

Camp fires, like red, peculiar blossoms, dotted the night.

Words can lie. See beyond them.

First I was decayed, I was putrefied. Kept thinking I could never live on, now that I had died...

Men started praying to you, begging for a taste. That legend of yours spiraled out of control. You gave the people hope. They were told you were all they ever needed.

Strange how seeing the light can make a person feel so alone in the darkness

Why did adults have to be so thick? They always say 'tell the truth, ' and when you do, they don't believe you. What's the point?

Trust was now a four-letter word.

They are dead. We are dead. It is over.

I got bored, " he says. "Besides, you know what's creepier than walking around your dead brothers' apartment? Sitting alone in a hearse in front of his apartment.

One day you men will learnto pay attention and all the world willtremble.

Magic gives you a lot of choices, " Grandad says. "Most of them are bad.

Wow, a trifecta: Murder, Madness and Magic, the three things you hate most of anything in the world.

Everything I was I carry with me, everything I will be lies waiting on the road ahead.

Living in China has made me appreciate my own country, with its tiny, ethnically diverse population of unassuming donut-eaters.

I wish I could see a cherry blossom or a lotus flower. Where could they be?

Life in this village is like that of a louse hanging on to a wrinkle in a loincloth.

...companionship refused is worse than loneliness.

But you know what they say - old milk turns sour but old scores just get sweeter.

Am reading the life of Mozart and cannot help thinking that one's capacity for suffering is in direct proportion to one's greatness.

When a desire is deep, it reaches the subconscious mind and calls for cultivation of qualities that will help fulfill desires, and this is what transforms an ordinary person into a great leader.

Be careful what you say...you might end up in my next book!

A fallow mind is a field of discontent.

The love of money can do wicked things to one's soul.

What we essentially want is to draw something unknown to us in all its shadowiness, not something we know in all its illumination.

Weird is my personality, Complicated are my words and Mystery I am but those what gets you to like me.

I'm a Red girl in a sea of Silvers and I can't afford to feel sorry for anyone, least of all the son of a snake.

If Liana wanted to fight over Harlow, she was going to lose. Not that I liked him that way. That was to say, I wasn't sure how I felt about Harlow, but it damned sure wasn't up to her to tell me.

Oh you two look delicious, " Bast said, licking her lips. "No, no-er, I mean wonderful. Now, off you go!

Wow, " Jake said, his face going blank. "Assface. Is that a technical term? Maybe some kind of psychiatric diagnosis I'm not familiar with?

I laugh. Yer crazy, I says.I was fine till I met you, he says.

I don't know where I am going, I just know I had to leave. Everything I was I carry with me, everything I will be lies waiting on the road ahead.

My journey was not over, it was just beginning.

Only the wicked understand the ways of the wicked, my dear. ~Madame Zelda to Roller Deb

Horror story is not result of accident.

When am I going to learn to stop questioning authority and just eat the Soylent Green?

He was six years old this time, and ancient.

Oh, I love you, June, I really do. It's just that you sounded so...twat-ish just then.

There was nothing but power, and those who hadn't yet found the tap. (Greachin)

His eyes burned with intensity. I wondered briefly if someonehe knew was being held in that cold room that smelled like death. Someone he loved?

... You have to pull the feet to break the neck. They let the loved ones do it.

It's not dystopia to think history will repeat itself.

Now don’t go thinking nice things about me. You’ll only be disappointed.

He did not consider public opinion to be accurate at long range.

It made my blood boil so hot, my brain stopped working right.

But centuries of time have not made me insensitive