Elle Casey Quotes

Once I saw you, I had no choice. I was done for good. You're the last woman I ever want to be with.

Life's too short to settle for second best

May "the Meatball" Wexler.

What are you looking at?"
"A beautiful woman who makes me think I can fly.

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I reach out to hit him, but he catches my wrist.
"Calm me down ... who do you think you are?"
He pulls me close, until our chests are touching again. "I'm your guy, that's who.

I could tell that the wolf thought he had it in the bag, a savage smile curling up the edges of his mouth, when all of a sudden the tree next to ours swung one of its branches over and whacked the ever-loving shit out of that wolf, right on its stupid wolf head.

Who are ye talkin' aboot?" said the voice, just at my elbow. "HOLY SHIT ON A FUCKING STICK!" I yelled, jumping as far to my left as I could, brandishing my weapon out in front of me.

Monsters can only live in hiding, covered by darkness and the shame wrapped up in the telling.

I found out that when someone loves you, like really loves you, no matter what you do, no matter how many stupid mistakes you make or shitty things you say, it sets you free. I feel like I can fly now. Like nothing is holding me back anymore,

What in the hell was that supposed to be? What are you ... a Ninja Turtle?

I guess there's a benefit to dating a bunch of selfish losers ... it sure teaches a girl to how to give a good blow job.

Maybe you're not doing it right"
"I wasn't aware there was a technique to tree hugging.

Life isn't meant to be fun." "Well, sure it is. It is meant to be exactly that. Growth is fun. Learning is fun. Challenges and the rising above them is fun. If you knew all the answers, would you even bother with questions anymore?

Gilly frowned at me. "Ya know, stereotyping be a sign of limited intelligence. I might have asked ye where yer lower back tattoo be or yer lip piercing, but I didna." It folded its short little arms and cocked out one funky-shaped hip in a defiant stance.

Why would you do that?" The loyalty argument was rising to my lips as he answered.
"Because I love you. And when you see someone you care about making bad decisions, when they need you, you intervene, even when it means you can get hurt in the process and they might even hate you for it."
Katy and Bobby

That was just too embarrassing, although there was a sort of poetic justice to peeing on your enemies when they weren't able to get to you. And it wasn't like they would kill me less painfully if I didn't pee on them.

If you really, really want me to stop touching you, I will. I swear it ... But if you want me to keep touching you, all you have to do is say please, and it'll be done. I'll touch you all night. All you have to do is ask.

What for?" Mildred squints up at him, staring at his hat. "You gonna marry him?"
My jaw drops open and my face burns red. "Uhhh ... " Ian and I haven't talked marriage. Yes, we've discussed him living out here, but that was it. I'm so embarrassed right now it's not even funny. I wish I could turn back time and bring Ian in here on a day that Mildred wasn't going to be around.
Ian walks over and takes a seat in the chair next to Mildred. "Maybe. If I can convince her it's a good idea.

You're really beautiful, you know that, Tones?" "I was just thinking the same thing about you." We both smiled. "What are two gorgeous bombshells like us doing out here in this fucked up forest full of messed up creatures, anyway?" I asked.

call the Elements of Earth and Water into me. I call to the energy given and received, bound to the creatures of the Green Forest. I ask that you come together and show your Light in the form of this tree. For all and forever! We are fae together! May no monster or creature of Darkness ever tear us asunder!

Tim, shut it. I'm not going to sell out the hootchie to save the fae.

I couldn't help it. I couldn't be blamed. I was just a sorry little slut who couldn't control her libido.

The creature took one look at me screaming, got a panicked expression on its face, and started hollering too. "Aaaaahhhhhh!!!"

My scream petered out as I realized that this thing was as scared of me as I was of it. But that didn't make a whole lot of sense, since it was the creature, not me.

"What are you screaming for?" I asked.

"What are you screaming for?" he asked back.

"I asked you first."

The thing sniffed while dusting some imaginary lint off its jacket. "I was being polite."

"Polite?"

"Yes. I didn't want you to feel bad about being scared and screaming like a little human girl.

Guys this good looking should not be criminals. It'll throw off the universe or something.

You know how much I want a Vespa. I'm Vespa Desperate. It's a medical syndrome, you know. I see Vespas and I want to chase them down the street like a rabid terrier.

I sit down on the toilet and think back on my day as I take care of business. My stomach continues to express its discontent as I wander through my memories. I'm really glad it's just Ian and me here in the house. I'm making a lot of noise in this little room. Wow.

We are women. We believe in love and goodness and the kindness of others above all things. We are hard-wired to blame ourselves for things that other people do, even the bad, evil ones. That's why we're so good at compassion. It's also why we're our own worst enemies sometimes.

Thanks." "Thanks for what?" I try to look up at him but the angle isn't good. "For trusting me with your body.

I end up standing in front of the nearby painting with my arms and legs open wide, flapping them around and doing a damn fine imitation of a demented hooker doing an upright snow-angel as I try to protect the painting from damage.

It was the best night of my life and not just because you kept calling me King Dong.

Life is one big enigma. If you got to the bottom of it before the end of your lifetime, the rest of your life wouldn't be worth living, now would it? Where's the excitement in an existence with all the unknowns known?

I totally feel like an FBI agent right now, with my legs spread and my arms out straight, gripping the gun. I'll bet my butt looks awesome.
... I squint at the target, holding the gun like I've seen FBI guys do it in the movies. I am so badass.

How is this happening to me? I'm starting to think that God has abandoned me to the hands of the Devil.

That's how it works. You snake on a deal, you get fanged.

The nine millimeter? Don't you think that's a little much for her?" Henry asks. His happiness is all gone. Now he just looks worried. I frown at him. "Of course it's not too much for me. I hold blow-dryers and flat irons all day long. Have you ever done a two-hour blow-out? Because I have. Without breaks." I snort. "Trust me, I can handle it.

Jayne, do NOT wiz on the werewolves.

You're my wife," he said, only inches away, his hot breath flickering over my lips. "You married me in Las Vegas two years ago."
"Yes."
"And I'm your husband."
I nodded, tears slipping out.
He gritted his teeth and growled out, "And this is us, consummating our marriage.

What are you looking at?" I asked ...
"City slicker. What are you looking at?"
"A stupid wookie man-bear-pig who doesn't know how to mind his own business.

I'd found him, and he was mine - cute little bugger that he was, messed up glasses, funky shoes and all.

Nicole's hand shakes as she lifts the tea cup to her lips.

"Chamomile calms the nerves and I added a little verveine to the mix too to help with stress." Agnes lifts the pot to pour some into Brian's cup.

"Are we worried about vampires?" asks Helen, winking over her tea at Nicole.

Nicole almost chokes on the lemony, flowery-smelling liquid. She's been watching Vampire Diaries re-runs with Helen for the past week so the reference isn't lost on her.

"Vampires? Heavens no." Agnes looks down into her cup. "Why would you think that?"

"Oh, no reason. So what are these?" Helen asks, holding up a small cake and doing a good job of distracting Agnes from the vampire remedy in her teacup.

I really liked this cowboy. Mack. But I didn't know a single thing about him other than the fact that he doesn't wear underwear and he's got a big cock-a-doodle doo that he definitely knows how to use. Yee haw.

I feel like I got hit by a bus." "You kind of did," I said, "only it was an angry orc with the strength and attitude of a silverback gorilla.

Obviously, he psyched you out. He mind-fucked you big time.

Imagine that - a werewolf who lets a girl pee in private. Little bits of coolness in my totally fucked-up life. This place was full of surprises.

I try not to look at him, but it's impossible not to. His presence is totally commanding. I've heard that expression before, but until being around him I never really appreciated what it meant. He's like the boss of my eyeballs or something.
Do not look at his package, Candice. Do not look at his package. My eyes move of their own accord. Oh dammit , you looked at his package! And ... oh my ... Oh my, my, my ... There's a giant bulge! Hooray for giant bulges and the jeans that let me see them!

Denial does not change reality for everyone else. Only for the one denying and those who are foolish enough to believe the fantasy.

I panicked.
I farted.
I shrieked in humiliation.

I have a feeling that whatever's in there will make the whore in the lake look like our fairy friggin godmother.

You can watch me pee! It's okay! Here look, I'm peeing! I'm peeing! You can stop uprooting yourself.

Just because a person is obsessed with the idea of something, doesn't make it right or even good for them.

Me. Ya know, stereotyping be a sign of limited intelligence. I might have asked ye where yer lower back tattoo be or yer lip piercing, but I didna.

You'd give up all this for me?"
"Sure. In a heartbeat."
"I couldn't let you do that."
"The hell you couldn't. I'd go live in a trailer park in the middle of the Mississippi swamps if it meant I could be with you and give this a shot.

Excuse me while I go bleach my face.

I love it when my brain just spontaneously takes over like that. It always surprises me.

I think he likes you."
I watched Paci join the others, noticing that he was still glancing at me occasionally, and watching other guys who were looking over at Peter and me.
"Really?"
"Yeah. He keeps watching you. Once he heard Bodo wasn't your boyfriend, he was all over that."
I sighed. "Shit."
"Yeah. Exactly. You'd better not go around advertising you're single. There's not a hell of a lot of available jawbreakers if you know what I mean."
My mind raced with the implications. It was stupid of me not to have been thinking about all this stuff before. I guess I was so wrapped up in finding food to eat, a place to live, and companions who wouldn't eat me, I hadn't much considered the other human needs, other than on the most basic level. God, I hope there are no rapists in this group. The last thing I wanted to do was kill a guy in the swamp.

It sounded like a demon dinosaur. Not that I'd ever heard one of those, but it was what I imagined one would sound like. It nearly made my heart stop with fear.

It means that if I want to get lucky with you, I should just take the risk and tell you what's on my mind, because failing would be worse than never trying.

I, Gavin MacKenzie, sexy
cowboy man of Baker City, Oregon …
being of sound mind and hot body … do
hereby declare that I love you, Andie
Marks, lawyer extraordinaire, and want
to be married to you until I'm so old, I
either die or my pecker falls off.I will have sex
with you whenever you want, and I will
always give you the option to be on top
if that's what will make you happy.
Blowjobs will always be optional but
appreciated.I will change diapers when called
for, both for our children and for you
when you're old and decrepit. I will
never spit in public or burp too loudly or
say mean things about your friends.I promise never to raise my hand
against you in anger or tell you that
you're useless or threaten to hurt people
who you love. Ten-four, over and out,
happily ever after. Those are my vows.

It's a dog-eat-dog world, and people like me are Purina ALPO - even easier to eat than another dog. Nom, nom. I

Maybe he used to like me, but I doubt he does anymore, now that I've insulted his bird fetish."

Peter smiled. "He's not going to stop liking you over one little argument. I don't think he's the type to just fall for someone and then hate them the next day. We don't live in that kind of world anymore, anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, when there were thousands of possible mates to choose from, it was like being a huge candy store with a billion types of sugary things to choose from. You could sample one of everything and not worry about whether you'd like it much or whatever, because there was always another jar of candy nearby. But now, there's no candy store. There's a single jawbreaker that you found in the gutter. And there are no more jawbreaker factories. No more candy stores. No more refined sugar. That one jawbreaker you found could be the only one you'll ever have again. You aren't going to just eat it and say goodbye."

His analogy wasn't perfect but I saw where he was going with it. "So I'm like a jawbreaker. A dirty one you find in the gutter."

"Yeah. And he likes that candy. It's his favorite. So he doesn't care that it has smelly feet."

I scowled at him. "How do you know he likes jawbreakers so much?"

"I just know. I can tell a good match when I see one. He needs someone spunky and tough, someone different than other girls. That's you." <

Us bitches have to stick together.

You're harshing my mellow.

Shee-it, you people have all the fun. You guys are givin' people strokes and havin' sex parties and doin' rescues while I'm off gallivantin' in the forest, shootin' at some stupid dang targets.

I was leaving nothing to chance, and literally refused to be caught unarmed with my pants down.

Girl you spent time with not drinking and screwing. Girl you hang out with when you could have been doing something else. Girl you spent quality time with. Girl you do nice things for. Girl you want to smooch all night."
He laughs once. "I guess that makes you my girlfriend.

Yes. Go away." I stare at the ceiling. Having him this close makes me sad for some reason. Must be the drugs again. I never did like being on them. Wine is way better.
He takes my hand back. "Don't be like that.

Just remember, no matter how much they love you, they'll never love you as much as I do." I had to catch the tears before they could fall, refusing to make him feel bad about the choice he had to make but also wanted to make.
"I know. And same for you. No matter how many angels you fall for or how many deals you make with the devil, I'll always be the one who loves you most.

Google is your friend, people. I'm serious. It's not a person, it's a collective group of people who want to help each other, and that's a good thing.

Scars are your body's way of healing, making that damaged part stronger than it ever was before the pain.

You are not just one person, Candice. You're a whole tornado of a person.

You gotta fart, Jayne. You've gotta break the spell. Fart for all you're worth! Let your butt sing!

It's not every day that I spoke to a totally hot naked man who I was getting read to expose my parts to
and piss on.

I smiled at his hair. It was standing out all over the place, wherever it had escaped the elastic bands holding the mask on. "Take

Dat means you like me. A lot."
"Yeah, it does." Captain obvious.
"So dat means I'm Mr. Bryn."
"Whatever you say."
"Oh. Whatever I say? You want me to be da boss? Because dat's not a problem at all. I like to be da boss of you."
"No," I said, putting on and zipping up my shorts, "you are not the boss of me. I'm the boss of me and you."
He frowned. "Dat's not fair. I want to be da boss of something."
"You can be the boss of Buster."
"No, not da dog. Dat's not da boss of anything, really."
"Fine. You can be the boss of ... I don't know. Kissing."
Bodo stopped putting on his shirt, his eyes taking on a special gleam, making me almost regret I had said it.

As my lawyer dad would say, I had breached a contract with the devil.

Get your ass back on the tree, Jayne, I just lost the mojo.

Fuck balls, it's the bitch in the lake!

Luceo non euro means I shine, not burn. To me, though, it means that I have a choice. I need to balance the bad with the good, make sure to avoid the things that could burn or scar me but get close enough to the heat that I feel life and really experience it.

He squeezes my hands and winks. "It is. I see her in there. She just needs to wake up and grow a pair.