Brick And Blanket Responses Quotes

A brick could create a clear winner in a fight if instead of fighting pillows against blankets, you fought bricks against blankets. ~ Amy Summers

Instead of Rock, Paper, Scissors, you could play Brick, Blanket, Action Fingers, in which brick cripples action fingers, blanket smothers brick and action fingers beats blanket. ~ Nicole McKay

I've always wanted to go out with a bang, that's why I carry two bricks around with me wherever I go, so when I leave a room I clap them together. ~ Nicole McKay

Instead of putting flowers in books to flatten them you can use a brick. ~ Nicole McKay

Blankets make great traps for the clinically insane, but a straightjacket might work better. ~ Nicole McKay

The Bible talks about building houses on sand and rock, but says nothing about a brick house built on a blanket. ~ Nicole McKay

A brick and blanket could be used as a large slingshot, put the brick in the blanket swing it around and release. ~ Amy Summers

A brick is a biographical film in which a young orphan brick from the wrong side of the track grows up to be one of the most important bricks in all brick kind, as it is now quite literally the cornerstone of one of America's greatest ballparks.(Fenway) ~ Nicole McKay

You could carve out the inside of a brick and hide your money in it for safe keeping. It's certainly safer than keeping it in the bank! ~ Nicole McKay

A brick and a blanket together create a blick. That's it. That's all I got. ~ Amy Summers

Instead of stocks investors should invest in blankets, that way they'll at least have something to keep them warm after they've lost all their money when the company goes under. ~ Amy Summers

A company could use bricks to measure their growth rate. How many bricks have angry investors thrown at you lately? If the answer is none, then your growth rate is probably pretty good ... for the moment. ~ Amy Summers

You should go into every relationship as a brick and not a blanket. ~ Nicole McKay

Blankets on the other hand are incredibly needy as they are always trying to fill a "void". Are a bit whorish in that the instant you walk away from them in less than a minute they'll be all over someone else, and the moment you actually need them they're nowhere to be found. ~ Nicole McKay

A brick is ... ... ... Well it's a bloody brick what more do you want from me? ~ Nicole McKay

A brick and a blanket are the perfect symbols for the superhero Captain Dense. ~ Nicole McKay

A brick could be used for note delivery, from the KKK. ~ Nicole McKay

Bricks are independent but can work well with other, tough to crack, fiercely loyal and put in the right spot will hold anything and everything that you've ever held dear with the greatest of ease. ~ Nicole McKay

A blanket is great for covering things, like the dead guy, I just killed with this brick. ~ Nicole McKay

A brick and a blanket would be a great present for someone building a home for themselves. Simply wrap the brick in the blanket and they're one brick closer to a house, and they won't freeze at night. ~ Nicole McKay

Brick and Blanket could be the names of two characters in a screenplay full of witty dialogue like:

Brick: Hello!

Blanket: Hi!

Brick: How are you?

Blanket: Good. You?

Brick: Good. ~ Jarod Kintz

A blanket could be used to find the Brick of Truth. Many lies will be layered on the Brick of Truth to try to cover it up, but the blanket will cover up all the lies, thus covering up the cover up and thereby revealing the Brick of Truth. And don't try to steal the covers, because the blanket will only provide warmth to the Brick of Truth. ~ Jarod Kintz

A brick could be used to keep warm, and a blanket could be used to build a house. ~ Jarod Kintz

A brick represents my rationality, and a blanket represents my emotions. It's robot versus mannequin, and to get a sense of who I am as a person, you need some mortar and a pillow. ~ Jarod Kintz

A blanket and a brick could be put in a ring and paid to fight. Compared to MMA, it would be boring. But compared to boxing, it would be downright thrilling. ~ Jarod Kintz

A brick could be used for pressing grapes into wine, and a magician could then cover up that wine with a blanket and turn wine into water. ~ Jarod Kintz

Soak blanket in gravy and make a delicious brick wrap. Serve in All Gravy Room at the Mandrake Hotel. ~ Christoph Fischer

A brick could be used to separate two types of people. On the left is a guy who loves my writing, and on the right is a girl who loves my writing. Now I love both people, but I love the girl in an entirely different way - the kind of way that involves a blanket. ~ Jarod Kintz

A brick and a blanket could be used as characters in a story full of clever dialogue, such as:

Brick: I checked everywhere, and it's not where I last left it. Did you touch my penis sandwich?

Blanket: What? Eww no, why would I touch your penis sandwich?

Brick: Well, would it make you more comfortable if I put on some condiments and rolled on a condom?

Blanket: Dude, or lady, whatever you are. I'm not gay - or straight. I'm not even bisexual. I'm a blanket, and I'm asexual. I'm also not hungry now. ~ Jarod Kintz

A blanket can be wrapped around one's head and used as a helmet. It's particularly appropriate if you wear your blanket helmet during a pillow fight with me, because unbeknownst to you, I'll have a brick stuffed at the bottom of my pillowcase. ~ Jarod Kintz

A brick and a blanket aptly describe my former roommate. He was as dumb as a brick, and only highly functional on a bed. Or so I heard - not that I'd know from personal experience. ~ Jarod Kintz

A brick could be used in place of a parachute, and a blanket could be used as a permanent wall of a house. In both cases, the skydiver and home dweller would ideally be a politician. ~ Jarod Kintz

A brick could be used as a blanket, and a blanket could be used as a brick, but not very well and not equally as well. Which is whicher depends on whose colder and who's more in need of constructing a permanent structure. ~ Jarod Kintz

I had a dream about you last night ... I was a brick and you were a blanket. Damn that improbability drive. ~ Nicole McKay

Do either a brick or a blanket have Buddha nature? The answer is yes and no and maybe, in a Triangle of Truth where there is no is, and there is no isn't. ~ Jarod Kintz

Isaiah lets go of my hand and in a blur, pushes my back against a cold brick wall. His body becomes a hot, thick blanket over mine. The fine hair on my neck stands on end and my eyes close at the sensation of his warm breath on the skin behind my ear.
I'm absolutely terrified, but at the same time my body tingles with a weird anticipation. ~ Katie McGarry

A blanket could be used to represent a thing. Now this thing is curious, because it represents an idea. This idea is called sleep, and as far as ideathings go, it's about as relaxing as it gets. Ideas within sleep are called dreams, and they are like bricks, only not real and considerably lighter and less damaging as they bounce off your skull. So if a dream is an ideaideathing, then a dream about a blanket would be an ideathingideathing, and thinking about that makes me want to crack my brainbone with a brick. ~ Jarod Kintz

A blanket could be used as a tablecloth, and a brick left as a tip. ~ Jarod Kintz

A brick could be used to describe somebody hard and inflexible, and a blanket could be used to describe somebody warm and easygoing. ~ Jarod Kintz

A brick could make everything better for me. Now, if I could only find a way to get my hands on one. But it's a silly dream, because I don't have the ambition to get out from under my blanket and go out and grab the very thing I most desire. ~ Jarod Kintz

A brick and a blanket could be used to show creativity, by making them the subjects of a divergence test. Oh wait, that's what this is. Nevermind. ~ Jarod Kintz

A brick could be used in a smash and grab. Well, at least in the smashing aspect. A blanket would be more suited to the grab role. ~ Jarod Kintz

A blanket could be used to improve the quality of your trumpet playing. Wrap the blanket tightly around and in the horn section before you start blowing, and my ears will thank you. ~ Jarod Kintz

Liall realized that this was the first time he had really been alone with Scarlet.
He stood up and held out his hand. The blanket dropped from his shoulders. "Come here."
Scarlet reached out to him tentatively and Liall quickly dragged him into his arms. He fits there perfectly, Liall thought, snug if not a little small. Scarlet did not respond at first, as if he would pull away, and for a moment Liall believed he had made a huge mistake. Then, surprisingly, Scarlet sighed and his arms went around Liall's back. Scarlet turned his head to rest his cheek against Liall's bare chest as hey listened to the rain batten on the roof.
"Thank you for saving my life." Liall murmured. ~ Kirby Crow

When I take my hand out of this blanket," he thought, "my nail will be grown back, my hands will be clean. My body will be clean. I'll have on clean shorts, clean undershirt, a white shirt. A blue polka-dot tie. A gray suit with a stripe, and I'll be home, and I'll bolt the door. I'll put some coffee on the stove, some records on the phonograph, and I'll bolt the door. I'll read my books and I'll drink coffee and I'll listen to music, and I'll bolt the door. I'll open the window, I'll let in a nice, quiet girl
not Frances, not anyone I've ever known
and I'll bolt the door. I'll ask her to read some Emily Dickinson to me
that one about being chartless
and I'll ask her to read some William Blake to me
that one about the little lamb that made thee
and I'll bolt the door. She'll have an American voice, and she won't ask me if I have any chewing gum or bonbons, and I'll bolt the door. ~ J.D. Salinger

in the crook of her elbow as she went. Above her, over an apartment building and a tavern, she saw the expanse of a large square building with a flat roof and a single cylinder chimney. It was a tan-brick warehouse with dark broken windows. An abandoned bird's ~ Charlie N. Holmberg

How do we know that?" Lucy was frowning. "By inference. She did not attach a piece of paper to a blanket with a bare pin and wrap the blanket around the baby. Mr. Goodwin found a tray half full of safety pins in her house. But he found no rubber-stamp kit and no stamp pad, and one was used for the message on the paper. The inference is not conclusive, but it is valid. I am satisfied that on May twentieth Ellen Tenzer delivered the baby to someone, either at her house or, more likely, at a rendezvous elsewhere. She may or may not have known that its destination was your vestibule. I doubt it; but she knew too much about its history, its origin, so she was killed. ~ Rex Stout

My necessities were books. I read a book at school, another to and from school, yet another at the beach, which was the closest escape from my father's dying. Though when I walked alone it was far. Though I wasn't allowed to walk alone when younger - so young that my concern wasn't the danger to myself but to the books I'd bring, because they weren't mine, they were everyone's, entrusted to me in return for exemplary behavior, and if I lost even a single book, or let even its corner get nicked by a jitney, the city would come, the city itself, and lock me up in that grim brick jail that, in every feature, resembled the library. ~ Joshua Cohen

Curran smiled.
"What's so funny?"
"Your panties have a bow," he said.
I looked down. I was wearing a short tank top - not mine - and my blue panties with a narrow white strip of lace at the top and a tiny white bow. Would it have killed me to check what I was wearing before I pulled the blanket down? "What's wrong with bows?"
"Nothing." He was grinning now. "I expected barbed wire. Or one of those steel chains."
Wiseass. "I'm secure enough in myself to wear panties with bows on them. Besides, they are comfy and soft."
"I bet." He almost purred.
I gulped. Okay, I needed to either crawl back into bed and cover myself with the blanket or get the hell to the bathroom and back. Since I didn't fancy peeing on myself, the bathroom was my only option.
"I don't suppose you'd mind giving me a bit of privacy for my trip?"
"Not a chance," he said.
I tried to get off the bed. Everything was under control until my weight actually hit my legs and then the room decided to crawl sideways. Curran caught me. His arm hugged my back, his touch sending an electric shiver along my skin. Oh no.
"Need some help, ass kicker?"
"I'm fine, thanks." I pushed away from him. He held on to me for a second, letting me know that he could restrain me against my will with laughable ease, and let go. I clenched my teeth. Enjoy it while it lasts. I'll be back on my feet soon.
I walked away from him, successfully maintaining vertical position, and ze ~ Ilona Andrews

Pack a pillow and blanket and see as much of the world as you can.You will not regret it. ~ Jhumpa Lahiri

It was early autumn, then, before the snow began to fly. –(There's an expression for you, born in the country, born from the imaginations of men and their feeling for the right word, the only word, to mirror clearly what they see! Those with few words must know how to use them.) Men who have seen it, who have watched it day by day outside their cabin window coming down from the sky, like the visible remorse of an ageing year; who have watched it bead upon the ears of the horses they rode, muffle the sound of hoofs on the trail, lie upon spruce boughs and over grass – cover, as if forever, the landscape in which they moved, round off the mountains, blanket the ice in the rivers – for them the snow flies. The snow doesn't fall. It may ride the wind. It may descend slowly, in utter quiet, from the grey and laden clouds, so that you can hear the flakes touching lightly on the wide white waste, as they come to rest at the end of their flight. Flight – that's the word. They beat in the air like wings, as if reluctant ever to touch the ground. I have observed them coming down, on a very cold day, near its end when the sky above me was still blue, in flakes great and wide as the palm of my hand. They were like immense moths winging down in the twilight, making the silence about me visible. ~ Howard O'Hagan

But more important than any of these was the vast, accretive weight of small things, from planes which hadn't crashed to men and women who had come to the correct place at the perfect time and thus founded generations. He saw kisses exchanged in doorways and wallets returned and men who had come to a splitting of the way and had chosen the right fork. He saw a thousand random meetings that weren't random, ten thousand right decisions, a hundred thousand right answers, a million acts of unacknowledged kindness ... For every brick that landed on the ground instead of some little kid's head, for every tornado that missed the trailer park, for every missile that didn't fly, for every hand stayed from violence, there was the Tower. ~ Stephen King

Its purpose is self-renewal, and this is accomplished by spending time alone, immersed in the beautiful blanket of silence. ~ Robin S. Sharma