Clay Quotes

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Ray Bradbury
“God, how we get our fingers in each other's clay. That's friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of each other.”
Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

Kelley Armstrong
“We scarified a mosquito. I bet that's what did it. It was probably a virgin too.”
Kelley Armstrong, Broken

Kelley Armstrong
“At school, our classroom had a small rodent zoo consisting of two rabbits, three hamsters, a litter of baby gerbils and a guinea pig. At first, I’d thought the teacher was raising snack food, which impressed me, being the first sign of intelligence she’d shown. Soon, though, I’d figured out the animals’ true purpose and left them alone, though I would never understand the appeal of petting and coddling perfectly good food.”
Kelley Armstrong, Men of the Otherworld
tags: clay

Kelley Armstrong
“Xavier leaned forward. "Sarcasm aside, you don't need a guy like that, Elena. Maybe you think you do - only female werewolf and all that - but hell, I've seen what you can do - tied to a chair, up against a male werewolf. You can do that, you don't need some fucking psychopath like Clayton Danvers-"
He stopped, noticing my gaze.
"He's standing right behind me, isn't he?" Xavier muttered.
Xaview tilted his head back, saw Clay, and disappeared. He reappeared on the opposite bench, pressed up against me. I looked over at him, eyebrow raised. He swore under his breath and teleported to the far end of the other bench. Then he stood and turned to Clay.
"You must be-"
"The fucking psychopath," Clay said.
"Er, right, but I meant that in the most respectful way. Believe me, I have the utmost regard for, uh..."
"Raging lunatics," I said.
Xavier shot me a glare.
"Oh sit down," I said. "He didn't bring his chain saw.”
Kelley Armstrong
tags: clay

Kelley Armstrong
“Closed door means knock," Elena said to Clay, shooing him out.
You've been in here for two hours," he said. "She can't need that much work." He frowned as he examined my outfit. "What the hell is she? A tree?"
"A dryad," Elena said, cuffing him in the arm.
"Oh, my god," Jamie said, surveying my outfit. "We forgot the bag!"
"Bag?" Clay said. "What does a dryad need with-"
"An evening bag," Cassandra said. "A purse."
"She's got a purse. It's right there on the bed."
"That's a day purse," Cassandra snapped.
"What, do they expire when the sun goes down?”
Kelley Armstrong, Industrial Magic

Kelley Armstrong
“Perfect night, wasn't it?"

"It could have been." I smiled up at him. "But you were there.”
Kelley Armstrong, Bitten

Bret Easton Ellis
“But you don't need anything. You have everything,' I tell him.
Rip looks at me. 'No I don't.'
'No I don't.'
There's a pause and then I ask, 'Oh, shit, Rip, What don't you have?'
'I don't have anything to loose.”
Bret Easton Ellis, Less Than Zero

Kelley Armstrong
“What's the woman doing there?" he asked.

"Covering a scratch on the hood. She was cheaper than a new paint job."

He flipped through a few more pages of barely dressed women and classic cars. "Nick used to have magazines like this when we were kids. But without the cars." He rotated a photo sideways. "Or the bathing suits.”
kelley armstrong, Bitten

Kelley Armstrong
“As I recall, I was still dressed when I fell asleep."

"Just making sure you were comfortable."

"And making yourself equally comfortable, I see.”
Kelley Armstrong, Bitten

Kelley Armstrong
“Next Clay gave the house rules for living with theSorrentinos , which sounded a lot like the Ten
Commandments. Thou shall not lie, steal anything, kill anyone, disrespect your hosts or covet
any of Nick's girlfriends. And if you break the rules, you'll get your ass kicked and handed to you
in pieces—a part I suspect God left out.”
Kelley Armstrong, Frostbitten

Kelley Armstrong
“About Daniel: Two, he hates Clay
Five, he really hates Clay.
Nine, he really, really, REALLY hates Clay.”
Kelley Armstrong, Bitten

Bret Easton Ellis
“I come to a red light, tempted to go through it, then stop once I see a billboard sign that I don’t remember seeing and I look up at it. All it says is 'Disappear Here' and even though it’s probably an ad for some resort, it still freaks me out a little and I step on the gas really hard and the car screeches as I leave the light.”
Bret Easton Ellis, Less Than Zero

Kelley Armstrong
"Yes, unless Nick found a woman in the forest, which I suppose wouldn't be too surprising.”
Kelley Armstrong, Frostbitten

Bret Easton Ellis
“What do you do?' she asks, holding out the vest.
'What do you do?'
'What do you do?' she asks, her voice shaking. 'Don't ask me, please. Okay, Clay?'
'Why not?'
She sits on the mattress after I get up. Muriel screams.
'Because... I don't know,' she sighs.
I look at her and don't feel anything and walk out with my vest.”
Bret Easton Ellis, Less Than Zero

Leila Aboulela
“The Mercy of Allah is an Ocean, Our sins are a lump of clay clenched between the beak of a pigeon. The pigeon is perched on the branch of a tree at the edge of that ocean.It only has to open it's beak”
Leila Aboulela, Minaret

Kelley Armstrong
“Bigger room, darling. Like I said, we need a bigger room.”
Kelley Armstrong, Frostbitten

“Within the shadows of honor, courage often walks in silence.

-Engraved on the monument Clay built”
Lorraine Heath, Always to Remember

Kelley Armstrong
“Wish all my corpses would do that.”
Kelley Armstrong, Broken
tags: clay

Michael Chabon
“I have come to see this fear, this sense of my own imperilment by my creations, as not only an inevitable, necessary part of writing fiction but as virtual guarantor, insofar as such a thing is possible, of the power of my work: as a sign that I am on the right track, that I am following the recipe correctly, speaking the proper spells. Literature, like magic, has always been about the handling of secrets, about the pain, the destruction and the marvelous liberation that can result when they are revealed. Telling the truth, when the truth matters most, is almost always a frightening prospect. If a writer doesn’t give away secrets, his own or those of the people he loves; if she doesn’t court disapproval, reproach and general wrath, whether of friends, family, or party apparatchiks; if the writer submits his work to an internal censor long before anyone else can get their hands on it, the result is pallid, inanimate, a lump of earth. The adept handles the rich material, the rank river clay, and diligently intones his alphabetical spells, knowing full well the history of golems: how they break free of their creators, grow to unmanageable size and power, refuse to be controlled. In the same way, the writer shapes his story, flecked like river clay with the grit of experience and rank with the smell of human life, heedless of the danger to himself, eager to show his powers, to celebrate his mastery, to bring into being a little world that, like God’s, is at once terribly imperfect and filled with astonishing life.

Originally published in The Washington Post Book World”
Michael Chabon

Kele Moon
“Let's get outta here. Or I'm gonna put my mouth on you right here. I’ve been fantasizing ‘bout tasting you since Thanksgiving.” ~ Clay”
Kele Moon, Defying the Odds
tags: clay

Erin Hahn
“But if I close my eyes
And wish it all away
Pretend I'm someone else,
Pretend I'm here to stay
Gave us half a chance,
Let my stupid heart decide
There's no doubt in my mind,
You'd be mine”
Erin Hahn, You'd Be Mine

“Meg felt her heart lurch. It bothered her that the twins realized that she hated their brother. The words coming from their innocent mouths sounded so ugly.”
Lorraine Heath, Always to Remember

R. Alan Woods
“We're all diamonds in the rough until God gets His hands on us".

~R. Alan Woods [1984]”
R. Alan Woods, The Journey Is The Destination: A Photo Journal

Erin Hahn
“Are you hitting on me, Mathers?"
"Yes. I don't know. Maybe. Why? Is it working?”
Erin Hahn, You'd Be Mine

Erin Hahn
“So that's that, then. You don't want me."
"Oh, I want you. Never doubt that. But now isn't the right time. So I'm going to turn around, walk through that door" -his mouth twitches in the corner- "and pretend to sleep while replaying that kiss until I give up and drown myself in a cold shower.”
Erin Hahn, You'd Be Mine

Erin Hahn
“What comes to mind when you think of Clay Coolidge?"
"Sex appeal, boozehound, makes love to the mic, rock star, stadium filler.”
Erin Hahn, You'd Be Mine

Cecilia Galante
“And now that it's reached 1660 degrees, I can salt glaze it."
"What's that?"
Aiden held up the bowl. "Watch." He pinched a small amount of salt between his fingers and deposited it through a hole at the top of the kiln. There were actually many holes along the rim, tiny rectangular openings, and Aiden moved from one to the next, sprinkling fingerfuls of salt through them. "Salt does amazing things to clay," he said. "The crystals actually explode when they hit the heat, and then turn into a vapor. It's the vapor that transforms the look of the clay."
"How?" I asked. "What's it do?"
"It makes the clay glossy, and the surface gets this sort of orange-peel texture. But the really cool thing about salt glazing is that no two pieces ever look the same. Each one is completely unique, depending on how much or how little salt you use.”
Cecilia Galante, The Sweetness of Salt

Jeanette Coron
“God uses pressure, pain and difficulties to prepare us for Greater Things. Just like pressure is used to squeeze out oil from the olives, and pressure shapes diamonds, and fire refines gold. Just as the potter uses heat to shape clay into the form and shape He wants it to be, God does the same with us, to bring out our inner treasures and to make us use our potential to the fullest. God is not sending you difficult situations to hurt you; He is doing so to strengthen you, make you grow and to prepare you for your Destiny and Greatness.”
Jeanette Coron, Destined for Greatness

Chris Ernest Nelson
“If things look grim today,
remember clay is just dirt.”
Chris Ernest Nelson
tags: clay, dirt, grim

J.S. Mason
“the most traumatized are the ones who shape our culture like a microbiologist shapes clay on their lunch break after looking at too many cultures,' the skunk explained.”
J.S. Mason, A Dragon, A Pig, and a Rabbi Walk into a Bar...and other Rambunctious Bites

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