Quote by L.T. Suzuki

“I hate Rosebud.’ She laughed. ‘My mother live there.’ ‘Your mother?’ Sylvia had the drooped look of a Basset Hound. Eighty, at least. ‘You…

— Anna Spargo-Ryan

“My lovely little poppet, Your breakfast awaits you in the kitchen. Last evening was magical and I am most excited to repeat it this…

— H.P. Mallory

“My dear, I should like to stick you full of barbed arrows like a p-p-pin cushion...Where do you lurk? I shall come down your…

— Evelyn Waugh

“I am not a joke. I am not a riddle! I am not a bird or a cat or a penguin! I'm not a…

— Tom King

“The old woman smiled sweetly at Fermin. My friend stroked her face and her forehead. She appreciated the touch of another skin like a…

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“So what am I, Freckles?” Torin asked, sounding awfully close. I glanced out the window and found him under my tree. “Annoying.” He chuckled.…

— Ednah Walters

“Champing his gilded oats, the Hippogriff will stand in our stalls, and over our heads will float the Blue Bird singing of beautiful and…

— Oscar Wilde

“You know your mother means to feast with me, And calls herself Revenge, and thinks me mad: Hark, villains! I will grind your bones…

— William Shakespeare

“Please, please, for the love of trolls and other blessed creatures, stop wandering around in the forest like yer a bat instead of a…

— Amy Harmon

“I sells ladies fings, and vis nun, she comes up to me stall an’ afore you can blink an eye, she picks up a…

— Jennifer Worth

“I walked her to her door and said good night, while Romeo waited. "I'll see you in the morning," I said, 'when the barking…

— Richard Bradford

“Oh, I am so sick of the young men of the present day!” exclaimed she, rattling away at the instrument. “Poor, puny things, not…

— Charlotte Brontë