A Quote by Steve Aylett

Stab me if you can enjoy it - but not if it feels like a duty. Stab me vertically if I'm lying down and horizontally if I'm running — © Steve Aylett
Stab me if you can enjoy it - but not if it feels like a duty. Stab me vertically if I'm lying down and horizontally if I'm running
Let me get you to understand I don't bully anybody. I stand up for what I believe in and I'm very honest and I always tell the truth. I'm not a liar, I'm not manipulative and I don't stab you in your back because I will stab you in your chest.
I'm always thinking of the good in every player, but it's not like that. If they can stab you in the back, they stab you in the back.
No one's tried to stab me. That's cool. I enjoy not being stabbed.
The difference between Pride Jaguar and the Drago-Kazov? A Jaguar will stab you in the back to gain an advantage. a Dragan will stab you just to see if his knife is sharp.
I know a lot of people in the city, at all levels, horizontally and vertically - and that to me is a privilege, to me as a person but also a writer. I've dined with billionaires, and I play soccer with busboys.
I think I was born 'in to deep,' and bad things happen every day. Sometimes I have to stab hellions. Sometimes I have to frame friends for murder, and stab evil math teachers, and watch my best friend die. Again. We deal with it, then we move on.
Are you angry? Punch a pillow. Was it satisfying? Not hardly. These days people are too angry for punching. What you might try is stabbing. Take an old pillow and lay it on the front lawn. Stab it with a big pointy knife. Again and again and again. Stab hard enough for the point of the knife to go into the ground. Stab until the pillow is gone and you are just stabbing the earth again and again, as if you want to kill it for continuing to spin, as if you are getting revenge for having to live on this planet day after day, alone.
I have a stab wound on my left hip and one on my thigh and a slash mark across my right calf. I have a bottle stab wound on my left calf.
It's not like a stab wound you can protect me from. It's like a million little paper cuts every day.
Don't come to me and smile and then stab me behind my back.
I know that there are people in the industry who praise me in person and then stab me in the back.
She turned towards me and narrowed her eyes...narrowed them horizontally, not vertically.
Heaven has fashioned a knife of irony to stab me with.
If somebody's gonna stab me in the back, I wanna be there.
I'm just afraid somebody's going to stab me one day and think that my power is real and they expect me to start healing.
Stop punishing yourself if you scared of your memories with me. Don't do that... Just stab me like this not you. It is only when you can stand on your feet that I can disappear with easy from your sight.
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