Ray Hefty > Ray's Quotes

“Mead.
O sweet elixir,
Ye bless the lips and steal the wits.
 ”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“I stomp back to my room. Queen Titania is not marrying Prince Holden.”
― Tricia Copeland, To Be a Fae Queen

“Been following you, Ludefance. You’ve garnered a great deal of attention with three high-profile cases. Brought each one to a successful close. So, I thought who better to recommend to a very sweet woman who’s just lost her only son and is married to a, excuse the expression, ‘prick.”
― Behcet Kaya, Murder in Buckhead

“Ivan, the Russian sharpshooter, was sitting, gun in hand, behind one of Borg’s men on a motorbike further down South Eaton Place. The wooden barriers, the parked lorry and the elderly gentleman with the stick were all part of Isaac Walsh’s plan, aimed at hampering the policemen and giving Abbott a chance to escape.”
― Mark Ellis, Death of an Officer

“You see, there are no pretty pink flowers in the woods at night.”
― J.K. Franko, Eye for Eye

“He desperately tried to think of a story to explain his involvement in her sudden appearance, without mentioning the book of magic in his possession.
 ”
― Max Nowaz, The Three Witches and the Master

“For those who think Africa’s problems can simply be solved by the injection of money, I would recommend a crash course in cobalt economics in the Congo. In 2004 the cobalt boom meant there was plenty of money in Lubumbashi, but the presence of money did not guarantee that the local economy grew or even stabilised.”
― Tim Butcher, Blood River: The Terrifying Journey through the World's Most Dangerous Country

“The world was real and you were in it, a brief part but still a part, and if you were lucky, and maybe even if you weren’t, the things you’d done for love would be remembered.”
― Justin Cronin, The City of Mirrors

“evening harmony

behold the times when trembling on their stems
the flowers evaporate like thuribles
the sounds and scents turn in the evening cool;
sad waltz, languid intoxication!

the flowers evaporate like thuribles
the viol quivers like a heart that's torn
sad waltz, languid intoxication!
the sky is sad like some memorial.

the viol quivers like a heart that's torn
a heart that hates the void perpetual!
the sky is sad like some memorial
the sun has drowned in it's vermillion

a heart that hates the void perpetual
recalls each glowing moment of times gone!
the sun has drowned in it's vermillion;

your memory shines my monstrance personal”
― Charles Baudelaire

“Abby preened. “You asked who could tell you the radius of Earth. Trang can tell you. I answered correctly.” Outsmarted by a thirteen-year-old.”
― Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary

“A thing is right when it tends to preserve the integrity, the stability, and beauty of the biotic community. It is wrong when it tends otherwise.”
― Aldo Leopold

“of toys—and St. Nicholas too.”
― Clement C. Moore, A Visit From Saint Nicholas