Fifteen Quote by Adam Rapp Download Open image ““Fifteen years ago I killed my sister.”” — Adam Rapp ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.0 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Fifteen Fifteen years First-sentence Murder My sister Sister Sisters Years Years ago
“What you did when you were young could kill you. It just might take years to do it.” — Courtney Milan Copy Share Image
“Every time I looked toward a horizon of wondered if I should just walk and walk and never look back, I'd hear the promise… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“Fifteen years old is the middle of my life, regardless of when I die.” — Édouard Levé Copy Share Image
“Nine years ago I was alive. Nine years ago Jessica Anne Porter was fifteen years old.” — Joan Frances Turner Copy Share Image
“My cousin tried to kill me today," he said. He realized that his voice held an edge of hysteria. "She nearly succeeded. But I… — Amelia Atwater-Rhodes Copy Share Image
“Did I murder the old woman? I murdered myself, not her! I crushed myself once for all, for ever...” — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“I’d already been an orphan, a wife, and a mother. Now I was a widow. I was only three months past my sixteenth birthday.… — Donna Mabry Copy Share Image
“I looked in the mirror and realized that I was already dead. I let you kill me one piece at a time, starting when… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
“You know, you remind me of my younger brother. I miss that kid, so much that I sometimes regret killing him.” — Blake Crouch Copy Share Image
“He sees her like I do: at seventeen, twenty, thirty. Superimposed over the fourteen-year-old, he sees the woman she'll become. And he's staking claim.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I feel that I'd rather know an actors' work, or have an instinct about them and sit down and have coffee with them, or… — Adam Rapp Copy Share Image
I had a sort of bad experiences as a playwright early on, when directors were putting in huge concepts that I didn't intend, or… — Adam Rapp Copy Share Image
I imagine a soul is a little perfect crystal egg floating in your chest. Somewhere deeper than where they put your heart. Somewhere so… — Adam Rapp Copy Share Image
“At the funeral my stitches were itching like crazy, but it didn’t bother me much because I was like totally tripping on the codeine they’d prescribed for the pain. They cremated my mom and stuffed her ashes into a pine box and put an eight-by-ten photo next to it. In the photo she was wearing too much makeup and it… — Adam Rapp Copy Share
I'm pretty obsessive-compulsive, and I'm very fast. I tend to not write for a long period of time until I can't not write, and… — Adam Rapp Copy Share Image
My work is always more emotional than I am. My characters say things to each other that I get accused of not being able… — Adam Rapp Copy Share Image
“Things were pretty cold-blooded back in Rockdale. That's when my arms were so pretty I could hold them up to the light and see… — Adam Rapp Copy Share Image
Whenever I've been in rehearsals, it's really fun, there's always laughing. — Adam Rapp Copy Share Image
“I asked her if she liked PJ Harvey and she said that she liked her old stuff mostly and that Uh Huh Her was… — Adam Rapp Copy Share Image
I don't mind him not talking so much, because you can hear his voice in your heart; the same way you can hear a… — Adam Rapp Copy Share Image
I appreciate good criticism and I think it's really important. I don't like it when it's consumer advocacy, like how you should spend your $60. Great criticism is a kind of literature. I've written some criticism, and I really enjoy it because I think it's important for people to know that theatre is vital. Criticism is really unevenly distributed in… — Adam Rapp Copy Share
Ye youths and virgins, when your generous blood Has drunk the warmth of fifteen summers, now The loves invite; now to new rapture wakes… — John Armstrong Copy Share Image
I think that at a certain age, say fifteen or sixteen, poetry is like masturbation. But later in life good poets burn their early… — Umberto Eco Copy Share Image
We must, however, note that what are usually called the high religions made their appearance within about twenty-five hundred years - most of them… — Kenneth Scott Latourette Copy Share Image
If families give Our Lady fifteen minutes a day by reciting the Rosary, I assure them that their homes will become, by God's grace,… — Patrick Peyton Copy Share Image
the twelve or fifteen millions in the British Empire, who, while they possess no electoral rights, are yet persuaded they are freemen, and who… — Richard Cobden Copy Share Image
My mother got pregnant with me at the age of fifteen. This was '64, and unheard of at that time. — Dr. Dre Copy Share Image
The energy of the stars becomes us. We become the energy of the stars. Stardust and spirit unite and we begin: one with the… — Dennis Kucinich Copy Share Image
I find it profoundly symbolic that I am appearing before a committee of fifteen men who will report to a legislative body of one hundred men because of a decision handed down by a court comprised of nine men--on an issue that affects millions of women… I have the feeling that if men could get pregnant, we wouldn't be struggling… — Letty Cottin Pogrebin Copy Share
The seasons, like greater tides, ebb and flow across the continents. Spring advances up the United States at the average rate of about fifteen miles a day. It ascends mountainsides at the rate of about a hundred feet a day. It sweeps ahead like a flood of water, racing down the long valleys, creeping up hillsides in a rising tide.… — Edwin Way Teale Copy Share
Stations were built at intervals averaging fifteen miles apart. A rider's route covered three stations, with an exchange of horses at each, so that… — Buffalo Bill Copy Share Image
I was fifteen, or sixteen. I was in high school. I was spending a summer in California with my second cousins. And I wanted… — Steven Spielberg Copy Share Image
We are shut up in school and college recitation rooms for ten to fifteen years, and come out at last with a bellyful of words and do not know a thing. We cannot use our hands, or our legs, or our eyes, or our arms. We do not know an edible root in the woods. We cannot tell our course… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share
