Rodney Emanuelson > Rodney's Quotes

“If you want to be my boyfriend then you must kiss me. That’s how it works.”
― R. Gerry Fabian, Just Out Of Reach

“The iris of his good eye was a curious pale grey, almost silver; the edges were darker, as if tarnished like a coin, and the artist made a brave attempt to paint the other eye to match. The eyebrow had been finely painted, with the most miniature of brushes, the most delicate of strokes, but it was a shade too yellow. The blank eye gazed beyond her.”
― Lesley Glaister, Blasted Things

“A ray of sunlight poked through the mass of angry clouds.”
― Gabriel F.W. Koch, Steel Blood

“As we raise our vibrations through awareness of our true being, our energy field expands in radiance and beauty. Our awareness also expands with our energy field, and we become more intuitive and telepathic. We become more heart-centered in our personal relationships and with ourselves.”
― Kenneth Schmitt, Quantum Energetics and Spirituality Volume 1: Aligning with Universal Consciousness

“Sir, I think you need to read this,’ he said, nervously handing over the mainframe’s dissertation of its own wellbeing.”
― A.R. Merrydew, Our Blue Orange

“On the end of my bed. He’s short, round and bald, with a tartan loin cloth, and what looks like a spout on the top of his head,’ Bryony said. ‘You flatter me,’ came the snide male voice. ‘But it’s a valve.”
― Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

“Actually," said Jace, "I prefer to think that I'm a liar in a way that's uniquely my own.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“Or guides might initiate a discussion of slave names. Many owners insisted on the right to name their newborn slaves—rather than allowing their parents this pleasure—and then deliberately gave them demeaning names or names that ironically invoked godlike figures from antiquity. George Washington, for instance, used Hercules, Paris-boy, Sambo, Sucky, Flukey, Doll, Suck Bass, Caesar, and Cupid. Most slaves received no last names. Guides could ask visitors to imagine the self-respect of black children under these conditions.”
― James W. Loewen, Lies Across America: What Our Historic Sites Get Wrong

“What’s so funny?’ asked Peone.
‘Catholic cops are funny,’ said Lester.
‘You were listening?’
‘Yeah.’
‘Yeah? Catholic Indians are funny.’
‘There’s lots of Catholic Indians.’
‘There’s lots of Catholic cops.”
― Sherman Alexie, Indian Killer

“Instead of things I'm good at, it might be faster to list the things I can't do. I can't cook or clean the house. My room's a mess, and I'm always losing things. I love music, but I can't sing a note. I'm clumsy and can barely sew a stitch. My sense of direction is the pits, and I can't tell left from right half the time. When I get angry, I tend to break things. Plates and pencils, alarm clocks. Later on I regret it, but at the time I can't help myself. I have no money in the bank. I'm bashful for no reason, and I have hardly any friends to speak of.”
― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

“Puff, puff, chug, chug, went the Little Blue Engine. “I think I can - I think I can - I think I can - I think I can - I think I can - I think I can - I think I can - I think I can - I think I can.”

[…]

“I thought I could. I thought I could. I thought I could.

I thought I could.

I thought I could.

I thought I could.”
― Watty Piper, The Little Engine That Could

“Sin embargo, no hay muchas probabilidades de que ninguno de los que vivimos actualmente dejemos una impronta duradera. Es raro hoy día que alguien quede cubierto con limo, rico en minerales, que a la larga reemplazaría a nuestro tejido óseo hasta convertirnos en rocas con forma de esqueleto. En una de nuestras más extrañas necesidades, nos negamos a nosotros mismos y a nuestros seres queridos, la oportunidad de gozar de un recuerdo auténticamente duradero: el estado fósil,adoptando extravagantes protecciones que al final solo protegerán a la Tierra de que la manchemos.”
― Alan Weisman, The World Without Us