Twisted Quotes

You're lucky I'm drawn to things that are sick and weird. Makes it so I can actually still like you.

But if there was a protocol for how to say goodbye to your newly ex-boyfriend's brother, right after you kissed him and probably sent your ex into the arms of his willing ex-girlfriend, I didn't know what it was.

Rachel Vincent

Secrets are dangerous.” Gottfried Baumauer.

Carla H. Krueger

The face and body may be perfect, but if a twisted gene or a malformed egg can produce physical monsters, may not the same process produce a malformed soul?

John Steinbeck

Don’t mock my suggestions, Ridley – one day in the near future, they might just save your life.” Maxwell D. Kalist.

Carla H. Krueger

Men circle like bees around honey, buzzing to communicate their sexual despair.

Carla H. Krueger

Only men with intelligence, confidence and absolutely no empathy at all can progress upstairs.

Carla H. Krueger

Every time I so much as blink you get an erection.

Carla H. Krueger

To Kalist, Baumauer’s just a timber bridge in need of a good hot fire.

Carla H. Krueger

He’s in a side room alone with her and it’s far too fucking hot.

Carla H. Krueger

You are a more powerful person than you might have ever imagined.” Maxwell D. Kalist.

Carla H. Krueger

Are there not times, Ridley, when you yourself wish only to hear the best in people – and not to be dragged downwards into the underworld we all regularly inhabit?

Carla H. Krueger

I’m warning you because you’re young and vulnerable. He’s a dirty, lying, conniving piece of shit and he’s dangerous.” Gottfried Baumauer.

Carla H. Krueger

Maxwell D. Kalist is a receiving teller at a city bank, Orwell and Finch, where he runs an efficient department of twenty two clerks and twelve junior clerks. He carries a leather-bound vade mecum everywhere with him – a handbook of the most widely contravened banking rules. He works humourlessly (on the surface of it) in a private, perfectly square office on the third floor of a restored grain exchange midway along the Eastern flank of Květniv’s busy, modern central plaza. Behind his oblong slate desk and black leather swivel chair is an intimidating, three-storey wall made almost entirely of bevelled, glare-reducing grey glass in art-deco style; one hundred and thirty six rectangles of gleam stacked together in a dangerously heavy collage.

Carla H. Krueger

Each day of the week, Kalist indulges himself in a different, secret ritual. On Mondays, he wears cologne. On Tuesdays, he eats meat for lunch. On Wednesdays, he places a bet after work. On Thursdays, he smokes one cigarette (but claims he’s not a smoker). On Fridays, he treats himself to his favourite pastime: horse practice – he grew up with horses and likes to try and emulate their distinctive whinnies, snorts, neighs, snuffles, sighs, grunts, fluttering nostrils, the occasional aggressive outburst and the especially beautiful nicker of a mare to her foal. And, on Saturdays, lest we forget, Maxwell D. Kalist drinks wine from a chalice.

Carla H. Krueger

I think to myself: I don't want to survive this oneI want to burn up in the wreckage

Henry Rollins

She lit my soul and inhaled deeplyFlicking my ashes occasionally.

Henry Rollins

Without pride, man becomes a parasite – and there are already too many parasites.

Carla H. Krueger

Shame comes in different doses.

Carla H. Krueger

love is a drop of bloodin apool of tears

Patrick B. Vince

It’s late and most of the clerks are at home in their beds, dreaming of swimming in pools filled with real money.

Carla H. Krueger

No matter how damaged we were by our lives, we are whole when we are together

Jaden Wilkes

Bah-Bah-black sheep, have you any soul?No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals?

Set it off

I wanted to break you. I never expected you to like it.

A. Zavarelli

He kissed my tears away and whispered sweet words into my ears. Words that he was too afraid to say out loud. He told me I was beautiful. That I was perfect in every way. And that, unconditionally, I was his.

A. Zavarelli

A smart woman would have walked away then. She would have lit a match and set fire to the entire clusterfuck that was this situation. But I was never a smart woman, and if you didn’t believe me, all you had to do was ask my mother.

A. Zavarelli

This was worse than a coke binge. Worse than black tar or the thrill of E. This was the devil himself snaking his way inside of my heart and bending me to his will. This was addiction, quickly morphing into obsession. And somewhere in the clouded fog that was my brain, I knew this was a game I was going to lose.

A. Zavarelli

As humans, reality for us is largely based on other people's perceptions. If there's 20 bodies in your crawl space but you haven't been caught yet, you tell yourself you're still a birthday clown, and that's how you keep doing it.

Dan Harmon

Ego and pride is a two headed twist.

T.F. Hodge

It's not dystopia to think history will repeat itself.

Mord McGhee

'If life is pain, one could say that killing is an act of compassion. I look forward to my own death, you know. But dying is like losing you virginity. You can only do it once. I'm saving it for the right moment.'

Amanda Steiger

The visual of Satan isn’t one of a big red devil with horns. Even worse, it’s the picture of something good, twisted enough to be compelling.

Todd Stocker

…and available man candy. But at least there would be mud, and maybe cows.” p12

Claire Upton

The world around me and my past seem far away and distorted, as if time and space were taffy being stretched and looped and twisted out of shape.

Daniel Keyes

When things are like hunky dory, every enemy comes in the name of friend, but when things are twisted like turmoil, every friendly enemy shows you their colour.

Michael Bassey Johnson

It's just one more thing she hadn't considered, and as the idea of it settles over her, she realizes again how entwined their lives are. They're like two trees whose branches have grown together. Even if you pull them out by the trunks, they're still going to be twisted and tangled and nearly impossible to separate at the roots.

Jennifer E. Smith

Never presume to know a person based on the one dimensional window of the internet. A soul can’t be defined by critics, enemies or broken ties with family or friends. Neither can it be explained by posts or blogs that lack facial expressions, tone or insight into the person’s personality and intent. Until people “get that”, we will forever be a society that thinks Beautiful Mind was a spy movie and every stranger is really a friend on Facebook.

Shannon L. Alder

...Life had handed me a different set of cards and I was going to have to play my hand either way.

Brittany Hawes

Don't waste your time trying to provide people with proof of deceit, in order to keep their love, win their love or salvage their respect for you. The truth is this: If they care they will go out of their way to learn the truth. If they don't then they really don't value you as a human being. The moment you have to sell people on who you are is the moment you let yourself believe that every good thing you have ever done or accomplished was invisible to the world. And, it is not!

Shannon L. Alder

The nobles had made reading unpopular, as it showed that one couldn’t afford to buy spells or magical devices, since one had to get knowledge to do things the ordinary way; even if this view held little logic, the king himself was known to insult readers as “bookfaces” or “unable to think for themselves, so they need to spout what others have said,” and these opinions became popular, as did most views expressed by the king or his son.

Colleen Chen

When he smoked marijuana he tended to masterbate a great deal.

David Foster Wallace

It's sick and twisted and violent. Other than that it is totally G rated.

Elizabeth Cruickshank

When he smoked marijuana he tended to masterbate a great deal.

David Foster Wallace

It's sick and twisted and violent. Other than that it is totally G rated.

Elizabeth Cruickshank

Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black. She has a knife, knife, knife, stuck in her back, back, back. She cannot breathe, breathe, breathe. She cannot cry, cry, cry. Thats why she begs, begs, begs. She begs to die, die ,die..

Laurie Faria Stolarz

The more fucked up you are, the more I like you. As long as you've managed to hold onto your identity through all the shit, then it won't matter how twisted you are. I will love you more for it.

Ashly Lorenzana

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