Climaxxx Ebook Quotes

My words are like a musical instrument, softly & seductively playing under the moonlight as they penetrate the depths of your loins! ~ Rokk-I La' VON

They suffered with his death and she - she suffered with their reaction to it. ~ Haidji

Ah yes, now you're beginning to feel it. It's so satisfying to see my best efforts coming to fruition. Undoubtedly one of the most gratifying rewards of my profession. It would warm my heart - if I had one. ~ Jaye Frances

I felt the sun graze my face as I sped further and further from it all. The only negative part about running was that at some point I knew I'd have to stop. I'd have to turn around and go back. And whatever troubles had haunted me when I left, would be waiting upon my return. ~ Courtney Giardina

Already, Seattle is taking hold of her. She still holds Sedona in the dry tan of her skin and in her hair, but the fine mist of the Northwest is making its way to places she didn't know were parched. ~ Susan Wiggs

We're both in a rut. And when two people have the different open wounds, they can relate and try to heal each other. Maybe it'll be the same for Kayla and me. It'll be a long a run, but we might as well try. ~ Simi Sunny

I am the Captain of my own life. ~ Lexis De Rothschild

The present moment is the combination of future and past ... so let's live and sometimes, sometimes let's just forget about the rest! ~ Haidji

Find a quiet place, and just read. If you're reading an ebook, clear away everything else but your ebook reader.
Then you settle into the reading, and enjoy it. Bask in the luxury of reading without distractions. ~ Leo Babauta

Is this Jimmy Redstone?" the male voice at the other end of the line inquired.
I couldn't identify the voice. I didn't recognize the number and the used car salesman tone didn't do anything to reduce my annoyance at being interrupted during breakfast. "Who the hell you think would be answering his phone?" I snarled. ~ David Harry

The book is like the spoon, scissors, the hammer, the wheel. once invented, it cannot be improved ~ Umberto Eco

... she was so exhausted and tired, so overwhelmed, that she needed a Red Bull, to calm down and fall asleep. ~ Haidji

Odd names: Winter, Autumn - they almost sound as if someone just made them up. - Dubb ~ Richard Due

Chief Johnson has full faith on us. Which means if I can complete this task and hunt down the murderer, not only does the chief won't feel any uncertainty on Anthony and I, but the spirits of the victims can move on. It sounds silly to believe that the undead is still around, but it is the truth. And since I have a good heart, I must use it. ~ Simi Sunny

I'll find out who's inside. Wait here and keep alert!' Hallam rasped. He skirted the main path to skulk towards one of the shuttered windows on the building's eastern wall. There was a crack in the wood and he gently inched closer to peer inside.
There was a hearth-fire with a pot bubbling away and a battered table made of a length of wood over two pieces of cut timber. A small ham hung from the rafters, away from the rats and mice. He couldn't see anyone but there was a murmur of voices. Hallam leaned in even closer and a young boy with hair the colour of straw saw the movement to stare. It was Little Jim. Thank God, the child was safe. Snot hung from his nose and he was pale. Hallam put a finger to his lips, but the boy, not even four, did not understand, and just gaped innocently back.
Movement near the window. A man wearing a blue jacket took up a stone bottle and wiped his long flowing moustache afterwards. His hair was shoulder-length, falling unruly over the red collar of his jacket. Tied around his neck was a filthy red neckerchief. A woman moaned and the man grinned with tobacco stained teeth at the sound. Laughter and French voices. The woman whimpered and Little Jim turned to watch unseen figures. His eyes glistened and his bottom lip dropped. The woman began to plead and Hallam instinctively growled.
The Frenchman, hearing the noise, pushed the shutter open and the pistol's cold muzzle pressed against his forehead.
Hallam watched the man's eye ~ David Cook

Hayden McGregor glanced with contempt at the pitch-black road. "I do not fear the darkness. It fears me." He dismissed the approaching gloom with a narrowed stare. His steel gray eyes holding it back with a contemptuous regard. ~ Grace Willows

The Secrets to Ebook Publishing Success is dedicated to you, the writer. Authorship requires great courage, creativity, sacrifice and perseverance. You inspire me. ~ Mark Coker

You cannot win your future if you cannot forgive your past ~ Ikechukwu Joseph

But - " yelped Twizbang, "Greydor will eat us! ~ Richard Due

It's something I've always kicked around, not doing the eBook but the Rich Man, Poor Man thing. ~ Adam Carolla

I am deaf, I love to read the ebook and regular books. But I am not picky any kind of books. I love all books are best authors. ~ Charlaine Harris

This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online ~ Anonymous

Sometimes your dream is so special that ... you can't kill it. You can't die even if you try. Life will find a way to fulfill it, and a way to keep you alive. Because the Earth needs dreamers to survive. ~ Haidji

The crazed man, after he was satisfied, placed his hands around the throat of the helpless Irish girl and squeezed powerfully. He continued his attack, until he was certain Beverley was dead. He turned his back to the wall and masturbated, squealing in delight when he was done. He then composed himself, straightened his clothes, and ascended the steps. Hopefully, he thought, the tide would wash away the body before morning. ~ Anthony Hulse

The Revolution won't be televised. It's already available on Amazon in ebook format. ~ Kenya Wright

You have seven writers in your basement?"
Donald nods, signing, "They like it here. There's a poet, a couple of novelists, an opera librettist, an essay writer ... They don't usually make much trouble. ~ Susan Wiggs

Ebook readers might cause problems. This has become a controversial topic as more and more people use and love ereaders. A close friend of mine doesn't go anywhere without her Kindle and will probably be buried with it. A Wolf, she was dismayed when I shared the findings of a new Harvard Medical School study:23 reading an ebook in the hour before bed delayed sleep more than reading a print book under normal lamplight, and it also increased sleep inertia the next day. ~ Michael Breus

You won't find the tales I bear in any books ... My tales are from the Moon Realm. - Ebb Autumn ~ Richard Due

In my view, the ebook world for both established and new authors is a terrific new and exciting format. It is a format that will bring forth many new writers to publishing. ~ Robert Gottlieb

I've got to stop being such a snob about leather-bound books, he reminded himself. E-books do have their moments. ~ Dan Brown

You say good-bye, and you think you'll be free. But I'll be awaiting you, in your final destiny. ~ Haidji

He stood just near the club's steps, his back to me along the foggy English night, and it was not until I'd passed him and began my ascent of the many steps that I'd heard his voice. The voice I knew, in all my years of living upon the Earth, that I would never forget. Even then I had known this. It was the slippery way of his tongue, or perhaps it was the coolness of which his words passed across the air and slid its way into my ears as though they were only meant for me. ~ S.C. Parris

Good books are never finished but abandoned. ~ Marc Alan Edelheit

Anyone who thinks life is boring hasn't lived ~ Fred Cooper

She [Mary Maclane] is almost always referred to as "confessional." She has been referred to, several times, as the first blogger. Whereas her writing does not confess much - it is much more spiritual memoir than anything, or perhaps something akin to a mystic's courtly love, directed at the self. I am wondering what distinguishes writing as confessional…

I keep on feeling I prefer the latter-day MacLane, the diary she wrote while convalescing from scarlet fever back home in Butte, Montana, I, Mary MacLane, that Melville House is only publishing as an ebook. Mary MacLane melancholy, totally isolated. Feeling intense disquiet. Now in her early thirties, meditating on her whirlwind celebrity, in cities, feeling distanced from all that, but longing for it too. Obsessed with the Mary MacLane who stopped writing, or stopped publishing books, who was involved with the anarchist/bohemian crowd in Chicago, with the Dill Pickle, who died in poverty and obscurity on the South Side at the age of 48. I want to write about her, but I don't know how or why yet. ~ Kate Zambreno

Life is paradoxical, but I believe that I could also be the same person I am today, if life would have cut me with happiness instead of pain. ~ Haidji