Quotes by Ana Claudia Antunes

Some say Twitter is overrated.Some love it, others hate it.I guess it depends on what youve got,If you have guts to write a funny plot!

Seropusly, why do flies line up in the sky every time someone lies? Hovering over they long to take the shit out from where It belongs so They compete to eat it alive.

Love knows no barriers, no distance.It makes you dance as if in a trance,And catches you up when you are down.It makes you draw a smile from a frown,And embarks you in a river when you fall, And most of its grace, it embraces us all!

We should learn to smile as we fall, So much so as when we have it all.

Life is like a book written with lots of surprises,Spell it wrongly and youll be spilled otherwise.

Rains pouring and its too cold. All people bored and I even accord What to do but spell a tale told: So once upon a time a land in the shore...

Drink from the ethereal philosophy of Heaven and you may see life as no more no less than a dream made of pure poetry from divine source. AA

Wake every morning with the same feeling. Live up high and fly on top of the ceiling. I just know that Im on my way. It doesnt matter to me if Im chasing the clouds away. North or South, East or West I live my life to the fullest.

I like the way Twitter makes one be more concise.It looks like someone is saying sometthing wise

As I am a work in progress, you shall see me more or less? Dont shake me out if I digress. As of me less, from me more of my work, I guess.

Writing is a bitch. Its an itch that I love to scratch.

How do you paint a writers block?Just fill it with fifty shades of black.

Lay a golden egg.After you built a nest,You wait for a leg.And you land next. Now you hope and pray.Expect for the best. Go on with no delay. Get it right at last.

S:uch is Heaven on Earth, in all landA:s the sun brightens to the moon N:ails the Creation in a palm of a hand, D:ancing IT makes the desert bloom.

hough we travel the whole over to find the perfect match,we must carry it with us a light or its playing hard to catch.

Life keeps throwing me stones. And I keep finding the diamonds...

A place in the sun, thats what I am aiming for... and who could ever ask for more? -Columbine to Pierrot

What happened when the Verb asked the noun to conjugate? She said no-no!, forgot the o and decided to become a nun!

A balanced dieT to make you die with a tea, consists of holding two bags of cookies on each hand and a voracious hunger to consume.

Dialogues must appear as natural as if coming from effortless writing. It must not sweat. Your beloved readers must not sweat. But here am I, literally sweating, because my characters are literally talking dirty in a steamy sweaty and bloody scene.