Slash Quotes
Heartbreak was the impetus to me writing poems and music in the first place. Over the years, I had my heart broken so badly that if I didn't find a way to get all the pain out, I was going to lose my mind. I was crazy! Like, wanting to slash tires and smash car windows. Crazy! I was so hurt that I had to write.
Jill Scott
His eyes had death in them, his and mine. His belly was bloated and I could smell the stench of a festering wound, the sickening odor of old blood impregnated into cloth. There was a wildness in his face and his mouth was a tight slash that showed all his teeth. Marv Kania was young, but right there he was as old as death itself.
Mickey Spillane
We're best at the long high throws. Like when you take four or five steps and rip it- It's almost like a shotput approach, the steps, four or five quick, one over the other, kind of sideways-like-and then you slash away with that fucker, it's such a violent act, throwing that white thing, you're first cradling it to your breast and then you whip that fucker as hard as you can while keeping it level, keeping it straight, but otherwise with everything you can send with it you whip that fucker like it had blades on it and you wanted it to cut straight through the paperblue sky like a screen, rip through it and have it be blood and back space beyond.
Dave Eggers
Hark! My ears are catching corncrake's clicking,
Silver moonlight shines on cobhead corn;
Summer evening's blessing me, enriching,
Valley's wreaths of smoky slash and burn.
Neither joying I, nor grieve I, mournful;
But for forest's darkness am I yearnful,
Rose-gilt clouds the day's protracted ending,
Windy sleeping hill o'er all extending,
Fragrant twinflower, shortening, lingering shade;
These the things from which my heart-song's made.
Lady June-July, for you I'm singing,
Great the silence of my ardent heart,
Merry music make, for faith is mounting,
Verdant wreath of oak eternal start.
Foolish errands now I'll make no longer,
Fortune blessèd hands will grasp the stronger;
Rippled pool of circles now decreasing;
Time has ceased and weathervane is sleeping;
Stretches road at twilit end of day,
Bound for home unknown, I take its way.
Eino Leino
A second slash ended the monster's misery. So, he thought, this is how my Earthling ancestors ran their affairs. This is how lands were won, empires expanded, insurrections resisted, prisoners taken, slaves kept, heretics converted, captives made loquacious. For the first time in his life, Minnix felt himself a part of history.
History, he decided, was a terrible idea.
James K. Morrow