Quotes About Twisted

The desires of the heart...are as crooked as a corkscrew.

I could write a treatise on the secret sources of Mexican sentimentalism. What twisted people we are. How simple we seem, or pretend to be in front of others, and how twisted we are deep down. How paltry we are and how spectacularly we contort ourselves before our own eyes and the eyes of others, we Mexicans. And all for what? To hide what? To make people believe what?

The most twisted but perennial of American myths is that everyone has an equal opportunity to succeed. (p. 174)

I only really watch sport. That's where you see real joy. I don't like watching much else on TV, because it's generally either twisted or sad.

what was a rose but the living proof of desire, the single best evidence of human longing and earthly devotion. but desire could be twisted,after all, and Jealousy was the name of the rose that did well in arid souls.

The man screamed and screamed behind his mask, and the Bloody-Nine laughed and twisted the blade. Logen might have pitied him, but Logen was far away and the Bloody-Nine had no more pity in him than the winter. Less, even.

The faded eighteenth-century villa stood some distance away from Ravello, reached by a path that twisted along the side of the mountain, high above

I only really watch sport. That's where you see real joy. I don't like watching much else on TV, because it's generally either twisted or sad.

Disease Carrying thoughts swarm and multiply in the dark and twisted labyrinths of our minds, and all that is needed is a mob and a good political slogan for the epidemic to be spread once again, with a burst of automatic weapons or a mushroom cloud.

They sky was streaked with the marks of sundown. A jet trail glowed in the ugliest pink. My eyes felt raw. The Windowpane had twisted time so badly. The had seemed a minute long but in that minute my life uncoiled.

The best secrets are the most twisted

I like the George Romero films, which were really great, social satire movies really twisted.

Most sins ... are only perverted virtues.

Drugs are marvelous--it's life that's evil. And sometimes the only way to face it is to get completely twisted.

His words were noble, even in such a cause. I hated the twisted minds who had done such a thing to a fine consumer like Gus. It was something like murder. He could have played his part in the world, buying and using and making work and profits for his brothers all around the globe, ever increasing his wants and needs, ever increasing everybody's work and profits in the circle of consumption, raising children to be consumers in turn. It hurt to see him perverted into a sterile zealot.

If you're going to use 'theatrical' and 'bent' in such close proximity, you're going to give people the wrong impression.

You can't just say what's going to happen ahead of time. That's not how physical law works. That's narrative. And when reality is twisted to fit narrative, that's not natural. That's someone making stories happen.

Before a nation can be rebuilt, its citizens need to understand how it was destroyed in the first place: how its institutions were undermined, how its language was twisted, how its people were manipulated.

Just as well. I probably get seasick on boats. "You've never been on one." That's because I probably get seasick. She went to reply, then realized that she had no answer to this twisted logic, so she let him have the last word. Again.

One afternoon I orchestrated a walkout, and maybe twenty of us took the subway up to Times Square, which was still the Pit of All Sins in those days. It wasn't Disneyfied yet, it was more like this really twisted alternate-universe Disneyland for hookers, strippers, dope addicts, and assorted perverts of every disgusting type. It was like a little strip of Hell right in the middle of Manhattan, unbelievably scuzzy and depraved. Yeah baby.

There's blood on my mouth, and through the twisted collar of his shirt I can see a pale handprint darkening where my left hand clenched, somehow not hard enough to break skin, crush bone. My whole body shudders and he pulls me naked into his embrace. I bury my head against his shoulder and I am weeping, am laughing, am shivering in the cold capsule of air.

He was in there-all his ghosts and legends, all the twisted Gothic nonsense out of which he'd built a realm in the long dreaming time when the broken world orbited the shipwreck stars.

The same radiance that netted and shrouded Will twisted around Baines as well, knotted in his hands, drawn up to his chest.

Charity groped for the phone, coming up with it at last and croaking "hello" in a voice that sounded exactly like a bullfrog's mating call. Which made a kind of twisted sense -- last night she'd been hunting for a mate as well.