Best 118 quotes of A. K. Kuykendall on MyQuotes

A friend recently asked me, 'How's your life?' Without hesitation, I replied, 'She's happy, in love, and doing quite well.

After researching, reviewing, considering, and contemplating with continued attention; I have concluded that the beast is among us.

A great writer is a blitzed illusionist of portable magic. You're welcome.

America is the new Massah and WE THE PEOPLE are the overseers of our own entrapment, maintaining the status quo. ALONE, we stand no chance against what is planned, but TOGETHER we become THE MAN. &%8871 00044 908880002300=)//?klsshnff6728en@!(&*%GAPMU OU&&^^ncidnm Come get me, boys..

America is Troy. Trump is a Trojan Horse.

America, the Land of the __________ and the home of the __________? Truth is, you or I haven't a clue. You know I'm right.

A reader [is] a time traveler.

A true writer recognizes the insanity in themselves.

Balancing the rigors life itself, being true to my wife, and the biggest example of a man to our sons is not a challenge for me. It is my sanity.

Born into a world, beautiful. Landing in a terra firma of mud. A mind, innocent. A mind, free. That innocence corrupted. A life, having not taken a thousand breaths, torn asunder by the hardened teeth guiding this nation. Stand? For what?

Buford, my beloved vintage 1930’s Underwood Universal Champion Portable typewriter. You are both my writing partner and my best friend. This journey you and I have been on has been fun. Although in 2016 you gave me carpal tunnel. In both hands. Didn’t think I knew it was you, did you? You sneaky sombitch.

Call me old-fashioned, but The Shape of Water is a tour de force. Maddening. Heartfelt. Sick. Nostalgic. An Ode to Todd McCarthy, Arnold Glassman, and Stuart Samuels’ documentary film, Visions of Light. By all means, take a bow.

Clarence Thomas got his ass on the court. If Brett Kavanaugh gets ousted, THAT'S RACIST.

Do you hear that? The ticking of the time clock. It started the very moment President Trump reluctantly ordered the FBI investigation (limited though it may be) into the 'Honorable' Brett Michael Kavanaugh.

DO YOU 'PREY' WITH THEM (?)

Each 'RED BUTTON' is representative of a thousand children raped. Don't like that word? Well, children, I assume, don't like being raped either. And by Catholic priests sworn to protect those God ordains strength (?)

Ever had a dream of flying? Being something more? For me, it is an endless objective. A welcomed reverie.

Everything is going according to plan in this strategically fathomed notion of "country" where the population wholeheartedly believes in that fabled myth known as democracy. The corporations that profit from our endless war campaigns, who have a multifarious number of politicians at the top of their covert letterheads and on payroll always get what they pay for - a route to even more of our tax dollars. The status quo doesn't change with the election of any given politician, whether it be in the Senate, the Congress, or even the White House. This nation (i.e. notion) is, in and of itself, nothing but an ingeniously designed corporation that uses you and I to further perpetuate the myth of country, the myth of united, the myth of democracy, and the myth of patriotism. We have long passed the point where we the people sat on the tongue of this monstrosity. We now reside in the belly of the beast.

Fuck the person. The message has already been disseminated. So brace for the impact you murderous sons-a-bitches.

Grab her ass because it's what every guy in the room wants to do. Grab her ass because nothing makes a woman feel better than the envy of other women.

Gregory writes of Armageddon as if the Devil is getting off on using him literally to write that iniquitous beast into existence, into the flesh. I believe both Gregory and Jamie Stillingsworth are being used as vessels to bring about the end of days.

Happy belated 4th of July to the Americans July 2, 1776, was meant for. Not the American's; some of whom's ancestors fought for the British against a nation that DIDN'T then, COULDN'T after The Emancipation Proclamation, and still CAN'T seem to recognize our basic human rights.

Hatred taught. Detestation learned. A beautiful cherub, like kindling, set to burn.

Hell is silence and pain.

He who writes is the martyr, seen through the eyes of the unassuming doll.

Horror is not simply a literary genre. It is a reality. Those who read horror are closer to understanding its malevolent nature and the engrossing peril of its hold. Whereas those who don't haven't a clue until it is far too late to save themselves from the horror.

I am an atheist on a mission to fulfill the commandment of Jesus Christ in Matthew 18: 2-6. If you believe Jesus Christ your Lord and Savior you are aware that repenting for the sin of 'IGNORING' the world's 'CHILDREN' is fatuous.

I am much more than what you see. An artist who can wow you with a tasty squid ink tortellini and weave a tall tale.

I claim not one religion, practice or belief. I do, however, study all of them. I'm disappointed.

I don't know about you, but love and marriage helps me write better. Why? My wife expects a bigger ring. Duh!

If a man, woman, or child of color dies in this dizzying world of theirs, trust that OUR reincarnation wouldn't come in the form of no goddamn tree. We would be buried as cannabis. A beautiful people with the perfect hue, doomed to be routinely smoked by those with seeming unfettered impunity, the...

If there were to be such a thing as a witch, may God have mercy to retrieve their souls from His son.

If you are writing a scene involving sex and you are not balls to the walls horny, that scene sucks.

I love this woman more than any amount of person I've ever been. So strong is this love I have for her that it dwarfs, tenfold, the absolute fact that the 2nd amendment IS our gun permit.

I'm a person who is unpractical and idealistic. A rebellious dreamer plagued by night terrors. An affinity for the story of Superman, drinking, sex, jazz, writing, drugs, activism, golf, family, cooking, eating good food, reading books and savoring their hypnotic bouquet, for me, is like stumbling over a rock and recovering my equilibrium. This is the story of me.

I'm a writer. I was just diagnosed with PTSD. This unfortunate diagnosis, I assure you will not stop me.

I'm finally coming to terms with the unalloyed insanity of being a writer. Now that's coming out.

I'm going to tell you a phenomenal anticlimactic story that will fuck you up. But first I must roll, lick, burn, blow...

I'm having a hard time describing how to asphyxiate someone while singing Frank Sinatra's Fly Me To Moon. Now if I use the advice you kindly give me in a manner other than to write a story, well, and there ain't no sugarcoating it; you're an accessory.

I'm not a state or federal employee, so the shutdown only indirectly affects my family and I. I have, however, been out of work before. I know how it feels to pay bills all the while watching what little I managed to save, dwindle. In your hands, Mr. President, America is Troy.

I'm parodying a powerful quote from Rob Hill Sr. A quote that, in the crazy ass world of right now, sho'nuff screams to me; because my goal, too, was to build a life I don't need a vacation from. Through tears, I'm scratching this one off my bucket list.

I'm sitting naked on the edge of the bed with my legs ajar, caressing soft parts; marveling at the pulchritude of her navel. I look up to admire the magnificent curvature of her perky breasts and her endearing smile. I was never in love with her desire to undergo cosmetic surgery. I was then, and have fervently remained, in love with her happiness.

In God's eye I spit, hair upon thy rigid tail sharp fangs glittery wet. Earth be thy sand, the sinful be thy toy, I've been playing forever, in song no longer do I find joy. In Gods eye I fight the bad fight with a goal as sharp as an axe, to ungently place thy hands upon its omnipotent thorax.

I pass the torch to the monster, the beast, the phantasm, #RedButtons who lurks behind the eyes of the pedophile priest. You just continue raping the children. Softening their flesh with fear. I'll stop by once in a while. See if, I don't know, they are tired of "IT" and want to come with me, where they'll make a delicious addition to my carpet of bones.

I present a full proof method for discovering whether or not your being a writer, a natural wordsmith, is your gift or just your talent. Get high! If it is your gift, you'll know. Better you find this out first then the reading public.

It's not the sex that gives you pleasure, it's the lover. For the remainder of my life, I plan to give this woman as much as she can handle, and then some. Often. Repeatedly.

I've parodied a powerful quote from Rob Hill Sr. A quote that, in the crazy ass world of right now, sho'nuff screams to me. Inquiring minds, you're up.

I've said it before, Donald John Trump is the mythological trickster demon we know. That sly fox upon that rock. Michael Richard Pence, however, is the DEVIL.

I wonder how many women know how to be a man's peace. I know of only one.

Keep writing. It's all terrible in the beginning.