Quote by storm constantine Download Open image ““I was hamming it up so much you could virtually taste the salad too.”” — storm constantine ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.5 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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I have been writing now for over a week. I find it cleansing, refreshing; it is good for me.” (p.531) — Storm Constantine Copy Share Image
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I'm inspired by dreams and shadows, obsession and desire. By nature, I'm a dream collector and never stop working. I question people about their… — Storm Constantine Copy Share Image
We had given it a name, a substance, and somehow, in doing that, we had condemned ourselves. — Storm Constantine Copy Share Image
No one, not even lovers, are truly psychic, and everyone flounders around each other, misunderstanding, misinterpreting, sending out confusing signals. — Storm Constantine Copy Share Image
“Are you saying that he deserves to die?' I asked, chilled. 'We all deserve to die,' he answered.” — storm constantine Copy Share Image
