Dennis Sharpe Quotes

I follow where the story goes. Always. Every time. Sometimes it goes places where I'm not comfortable ... it's at those times that I just listen to my characters, hold on with both hands, and trust that my readers won't lynch me later.

The things this man does to me are beyond what I feel should be possible. Butterflies. Fucking butterflies. Damn him.

If misery were water, he thinks as he climbs into his car and turns the key, I could just drown or let it wash me away entirely.

I've done some soul searching… Looked deep within myself, ya know? I've reached the conclusion that 'Fuck You!' is my spirit animal, and some mother fuckers are going to pay. You can help me or you can walk… but I'm in this. I'm in 'til the end," Wednesday said.

It must be horny douchebag day, she mumbled under her breath as she slid the bag's strap up on her shoulder.

Like almost every truly horrible thing that has ever happened in the history of our world, the end also began with a kiss.

Feelings don't go away, people do.

This was too much for him to handle. It was like watching memories of his life play out from a different camera angle, sometimes with new scenes added. He was living DVD extras.

Because what's life
Without happiness
And where's happiness
Without risk

Need someone to rescue?" She interrupted him again, spitting her words out with all the rage, contempt, and anger she had bottled up inside. "I'm not a damsel in distress, and you sir, are no knight in shining double breasted, JC Penny!

We can go somewhere more private if you'd like ... Buck I whisper softly in his ear, pulling back almost as slowly as the wicked grin spreads across my face. His perverse smile hides nothing. I have him now, hook, line and zipper.

See, I can talk to the pretty man like a real grown up if I try hard enough.

In the end, Nora, there's only time. All we have is time ... and even if this wasn't happening, we still don't ever have much ... no one does. We only have the moment we're in. We have right now.

Wow. This place looks classy. The smell of fertilizer and rot is really in this season. Remind me, what are we doing here?" she asked looking at him with a coy smile. "Did we come for bait?

Jehovah's Witness? Don't sweat it. I'm going to hell, already booked my ticket. Bright side? I'm pagan. Your hell is my heaven ... if for no other reason than you won't be there.

Telling you how I know ... what I know ... it could make things worse than they already are ... for all of us

The strange thing was how quiet everything became just in that moment. Everything. All of existence, covered in a thick, still blanket of complete silence. The screeching tires and the yelling all paused. And then it happened: the white flash. It was blinding, taking away all definition of earth and sky, leaving nothing visible but the awful purity of the white. I remember that I flinched instinctively. That was all I really had time to do. Then, as if to announce my passing and that of all three-hundred-and-fourteen other souls working the midnight shift at the plant, came the roar. It was a guttural thunderous growl, like some great evil had just been released into the world. After that ...

Often, things are left unsaid. Everyone is guilty of thinking and feeling things... of loving or appreciating others... and of taking for granted that those others will just be there... to continue to share life's journey with...

Then when one is gone... so quickly... all those things left unsaid... they matter more, because they were unspoken...

Everyone fights their own battles inside themselves... often no one outside them even knows the wars that rage inside even those who they are closest to...

I'd like to take the time, here and now, to tell all of you... those close to me, and those who aren't... those who matter so much... and those who have influenced me in even the smallest ways... all of you... that you matter. You are important. You are appreciated. Don't for a moment think otherwise. Don't, for even an instant, think or feel that you are not a wonder... a gift to the world... that makes it a better place to be... or that it would ever, in any way, be anything less than a tragedy for you to leave before your time.

It's hard to remain objective, When you've sat awake so long, That you have no depth perception

Why do you dwell on things that don't matter when there are so many things that do?

She looked at him like it physically hurt her not to speak, and yet she stayed silent.

Pretending to care what men think is an art. It takes moments to learn, but lifetimes to master. I'd like to believe I'm an expert.

Standing in front of him I wipe his liquid from the corner of my mouth and stare deeply. I can see the panic in his eyes. I can smell his fear, deep, rich and growing, and for the first time tonight I'm actually aroused.

A lie's true power cannot be accurately measured by the number of people who believe its deception when it is told, it must be measured by the number of people who will go out after hearing it trying to convince others of its truth.

Hey, Captain Neckbeard! Less talky-talky, more worky-worky! Wednesday shouted rudely down at the man who had been changing the tire. She wasn't planning on taking shit from a tow truck driving hick today or any other day.

He's here. I feel him. His body is touching mine and it's very real. We're holding each other; it's just all too…perfect?

He was in hell. Worse than that, he was in hell, and someone had set it on repeat.

Guns, double-crosses, hitmen ... I can get used to a lot of things, but I'm never going to get used to sleeping where apocalypse bugs mate," Wednesday said, walking into the room looking around. She dropped her Birkin on the floor and heard something scuttling behind the cheap plastic wood print veneer covered dresser. She turned to face Alvin, her head cocked to the side. "Seriously. I'm not saying five-star ... I'm saying go on Expedia and find a place that actually has stars ... any stars.