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“I’m Asian, though. I’m allowed to say it. My people slay at this shit.” I don’t say anything back because I don’t know if being Asian allows you to say racist things about other Asians. I’m not aware of this carve-out. “Tell us everything you know about quantum mechanics,” José says, and then, just like when I drop-kicked Meat Boy, my whole body sighs with pleasure.”

“I'm asked a lot what the best thing about cooking for a living is. And it's this: to be a part of a subculture. To be part of a historical continuum, a secret society with its own language and customs. To enjoy the instant gratification of making something good with one's hands--using all one's senses. It can be, at times, the purest and most unselfish way of giving pleasure (thought oral sex has to be a close second).”

“I'm asked to compare USA with UAE, So here it is, in my free form sonnetary. For starters, there is no comparison - UAE is a civilized country, USA is not. Sure UAE has its share of violations, like every living country in the world, but unlike USA, the incredible growth and the very birth of UAE is not founded on the worst kind of atrocities in history.”

“I'm at a point where I am not sure whether I am depressed or just numb inside. Because here's the thing: Nothing excites or captivates me anymore. Not movies, concerts, or hangouts. I'm just there. I feel nothing; I'm neither sad nor happy. I'm empty; that's how I feel. However, I'm thankful for books, music, and coffee. For now, all I can do is lose myself in books. Occasionally, I let my emotions bleed and permeate through paper. It's keeping me going. At least I have peace of mind. The Depth of My Emptiness”

“I'm attending a monthly meeting at Colectiva Por Fin on my first night on Staten Island. The room is small but as more men come in, it seems to double and triple in size. On the wall, migrants are celebrated through art that strikes me as deeply annoying, mostly the word "migrant" reconfigured as butterflies. I fucking hate thinking of migrants as butterflies. Butterflies can't fuck a bitch up.”

“I'm back in the basement of the Ascension Catholic Church, Francisco. And Little Suzie is here. She's lying on an alter, and they're hurting her. The bastards. They're hurting her. There is blood all over the place. There are candles burning and people chanting." I could hardly believe what I was seeing and I cried out, "What is this? I don't understand. What the hell is this?" "Ask your unconscious mind to tell you, Suzie," he responded, ever so gently. "Ask." I did ask. And the answer swept over me with a force so strong that I felt as if I had been knocked backward. "Lord! Oh, Lord. This is satanic ritual abuse, Francisco. That's what this is! That's what this is!" I screamed. "Satanic ritual abuse. And they're using Little Suzie as part of their goddamned ritual. p150”