Carla H. Krueger Quotes - Page 2

A thick rivulet of lost blood reflects a city that will mourn but never die.

Dwelling on the loneliness inherent in a city such as this when you dream of endless mountains and expanses of blue sky is a recipe for torment.

Pain is usually all on the surface, but this terror is internal; not just a hurt, but a new language of feeling.

I lose it when I can't write. I feel sad and confused and fucked off.

Some books are so vivid, I think the words fell off the page and worked their way inside my head.

I like to discover something new each day, to interpret the world in a way others might not, like a child might approach new experiences.

When I write, it feels like there are two little creatures that sit on each of my shoulders. One whispers, "You can do this. You've got what it takes." The other sounds like my mother-in-law.

Fiction genres are stranger than fiction, as the saying goes.

I love to pull at people’s heart strings, but I’m no Nicholas Sparks.

I do not do free e-books. I occasionally like to eat that thing you people call "food".

Happy endings. *Groan*

Without pride, man becomes a parasite – and there are already too many parasites.

Don’t mock my suggestions, Ridley – one day in the near future, they might just save your life.” Maxwell D. Kalist.

Shame comes in different doses.

It’s late and most of the clerks are at home in their beds, dreaming of swimming in pools filled with real money.

He’s in a side room alone with her and it’s far too fucking hot.

Every time I so much as blink you get an erection.

I hate working with sexy women.” Dimitri Pissec.

A black-haired bitch with man’s hands, widow Liza Van der Bruggenziltch-Finch makes all the important decisions. She is a power-hungry dominatrix. Orwell is her slave. (No one ever sees him.)

Do I need to fire the little prat yet?” Liza Van der Bruggenziltch-Finch.