Quote by Bob Dylan Download Open image ““...Jezebel the nun, who violently knits...”” — Bob Dylan ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.4 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Angie gave me the glare -- the one that promised retribution, lameness, death, and worst of all, withholding of sexual favors, all with one… — Giacomo Giammatteo Copy Share Image
“The witch wasn’t a woman, not really. She was evil wrapped in horror, tied neatly with a bow of rancid blood and sour anguish.” — Laken Cane Copy Share Image
“The guy appeared to be on the verge of tears. "Zere is no more bread," he confessed tragically, like someone admitting witchcraft to the… — Karen Chance Copy Share Image
“She is only a young woman who did not want to become a nun. The world is full of them.” — Sarah Dunant Copy Share Image
“On the black cotton was printed a white skull and crossbones - the skull head grinning as if he were mocking her. The nun… — Victoria Dougherty Copy Share Image
“Then the maiden climbed into a tree, and, seating herself in the branches, began to knit.” — Hamilton Wright Mabie Copy Share Image
“Don't look at me like that. This is a book about a sex scandal: did you really expect me to be a nun and/or… — Laura Steven Copy Share Image
“Why is it every time a madman's prayers are answered, a witch burns?” — J. Danielle Dorn Copy Share Image
“God, I want you,’ he breathed, and Bernadette’s throat closed, trapping her breath, while every last ounce of strength drained out of her and… — Lynn Turner Copy Share Image
The hollow horn plays wasted words, proves to warn that he not busy being born is busy dying. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Just a reminder, if you tell anyone about what happened with Jonah last night, I'll destroy all of my writing and never play music… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Little red wagon, little red bike, I ain’t no monkey but I know what I like. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift - look out out kid, they keep it all hid — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
The drunken politician leaps upon the street where mothers weep, and the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I gotta friend who spends his life, stabbing my picture with a bowie knife. Dreams of strangling me with a scarf, when my name… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
