Kurt Cobain Quotes Novels & Stories

Caleb smirked as he pushed back his shaggy dirty blonde hair. Fuck, this guy didn’t just dress like he’s Kurt Cobain he looks like him. “If he starts singing anything by Nirvana, I’m out.” I whispered to Isis. “Don’t worry, I can’t sing for shit. Just happen to be one of Cobain’s ancestors. It isn’t that I look like him, but he looked like them.” Caleb laughed.

“Well, the check cleared, I’ll say that much.” “I hear you. Didn’t Stephen King say something once about how a bad movie version of one of his books can’t actually tarnish the book; that it’s still fine up on the shelf, something along those lines?” “Actually, I think he was quoting James M. Cain.” “I’ll take your word for it. You’re the writer, after all.” The young man held out his hand. “By the way, I’m Tobias Silver, but my friends call me—” “Let me guess, Toby?”

Don't be a fool now, don't do what you are about to do. Kurt was trying his best to give me signs telling me to shut up and shut up for good. I was not going to listen to any of them, I only do what I want to do! "I have a confession to make!" I said.

"Ruthless, why do I feel like you have become overtly confident in these past few weeks?" Ruthless once again did not answer. "That boy is probably somewhere right now, hating and swearing to have his vengeance on us. He is probably plotting how to go about it." Cobain said. "That will be the demise of him." Ruthless sneered and said. Cobain, seeing Ruthless like that, could only shake his head and warn him. "Ruthless, you said it yourself. That kid is daring and fearless, but not stupid. You yourself said that he took lots of risks but also knows how to run from danger."

she declared. We chatted idly about the headline band, arguing about which album of theirs was the best. As is often the case with the three of us, especially when one or more is trying to avoid doing their homework, the conversation soon veered wildly off course to a heated discussion of 90's Grunge Rock. Once on that subject, both Lee and Lisa started mooning over the 'tragic story' of Kurt Cobain. I contended hotly that he was a shit and an asshole who had had it all and whose self-indulgent suicide, exactly like Hemingway's, served only to deprive the world of all the great work that they would have produced, if they's just manned up instead of making out with a shotgun. "You are a cold-

Wait, Kurt Cobain is a vampire? “Rein, you would dare attack my mate’s sister? I know you are still young, but I didn’t believe you were so foolish. Look at her….” The Cobain look-alike sighed, forcing Rein’s face in Dani’s direction. Mate’s sister? So Caleb is the Kurt Cobain look-alike. “Does she not look familiar? They are twins, after all. Surely you see she resembles Mariana. Go, look for your breakfast elsewhere. These are my guests; therefore, none of them are a meal for any of you.” Caleb let Rein drop to the floor.

" What the...?" Kurt Cobain on a bare floor, with nothing on but his underwear? I stood and stared at him in shock, I was confused. He was sitting with his legs crossed like an Arabian. " Drop the files and leave quietly, I need cessation." He said coldly with his eyes shut. I became more perplexed by his current warfare. " But... But sir..." " I'm trying to find her, trace her smell and figure out where she is." He cut me off.

The oldest and shrewdest of the three, Cobain was the first to speak, his hoarse voice carrying a sharp edge. “What’s the meaning of this, Harrison?” Time to get to work. I stood up, shrugged off my coat and tossed it on the chair. Then, turning my back to them, I took my time rolling up my sleeves. For men like these—who took themselves too seriously despite already having one foot in the grave—such blatant disregard was the greatest insult. And that was precisely the effect intended. Let them consider it a prelude to what was coming next. The oppressive stretched for five minutes.

The nightclub did not have a defined repertoire, the songs were always the ones that most attracted people to the track, and that was all. However, that night we were with a different DJ and she seemed determined to remix all the best known songs regardless of the genre. I realized this when I heard Kurt Cobain's voice sounding faster than usual in an almost robotic version of Smells like a Teen Spirit. I didn't contain my fan instinct and started singing the song while dancing and spinning my vodka bottle over my fingers.

"Neither are you." They kept talking. She told him she'd been thinking about quitting her job as a financial consultant to do something creative—writing, videos, she wasn't sure yet. He listened more than he spoke. It wasn't uncomfortable. Eventually, somewhere between a refill and the next track, he quoted Nietzsche without thinking."A thought, even a possibility, can shatter and transform us." She blinked."So you're saying if I hadn't stared back at you for that one song, I would've missed the chance to be shattered and rebuilt—which means you owe me a whole lifetime."