Ian Fletcher Quotes

Hi! Hello! I'm Sam - Samantha Abrams. This is my fiancé, Ian Fletcher. OH MY GOD MY LAST NAME IS GOING TO BE FLETCHER! I'M NOT GOING TO BE FIRST IN ROLL CALL ANYMORE! ~ R.S. Grey

Your mama finds you like that, she's going to pitch a fit."
"The only way she'd find out is if you told her I'd come out here with you, and then she'd be too angry at you to yell at me."
"Guess we're partners in crime, then. ~ Jodi Picoult

Music and songs are written at different periods of time, at different times in your life. They reflect the feelings you have and to be honest, I quite like having positive emotions. ~ Scott Ian

If you can just get a broad enough perspective on your life ... you'll realize it's all unfolding perfectly. Right this very minute. ~ Paul Ian Guillermo

Falconet replied: "I should say not, ~ Ian Sales

There are certainly good examples of incredibly brilliant, beautiful music that has been made commercially available and sold everywhere. But I would say that, for the most part, quantity certainly does not speak well for quality. ~ Ian MacKaye

Like all harsh, cold men, he was easily tipped over into sentiment. ~ Ian Fleming

We were the only customers downstairs in the shop and there were no windows and only two dim bulbs, without shades. There was a pleasant soporific smell, as though the books had stolen most of the air. ~ Ian McEwan

Elizabeth's entire body started to tremble as his lips began descending to hers. and she sought to forestall what her heart knew was inevitable by reasoning with him. "A gently bred Englishwoman," she shakily quoted Lucinda's lecture. "feels nothing stronger than affection. We do not fall in love."
His warm lips covered hers. "I'm a Scot," he murmured huskily. "We do. ~ Judith McNaught

I wasn't pursuing a musical career or anything. It just happened and then it was there. ~ Ian Astbury

Merrett suddenly didn't look at ease anymore. "Lydia . . . what did you write on the name tag?" She tilted her head at him as she answered. "I wrote Watkins' name on it. ~ Ian Mitchell Gill

Mania, my dear Mister Bond, is as priceless as genius. Dissipation ~ Ian Fleming

Exemplary work, Agent Fraser."
"Thank you, ma'am," I managed to say. I gestured vaguely in the direction of wherever she'd been injured. "How are you?"
"Passably well. Well enough to do whatever is needed. And yourself?"
"Uh, good. I'm good."
She seemed to expect more.
"And I'm ready to get this done," I added with enthusiasm. Jeez, I sounded like such a dork.
She gave me a sharp nod. "Commendable.[ ... ]"
[ ... ]
Ian lowered his voice. "I'm ready to get this done?"
I cringed. "I know. You've got one more job as my partner."
"What's that?"
"Save me from myself."
"Spawn and doppelgangers I can do, but saving you from yourself is too tall an order for any man. ~ Lisa Shearin

I wanted characters I could believe in, and I wanted to be made curious about what was to happen to them. Generally, I preferred people to be falling in and out of love, but I didn't mind so much if they tried their hand at something else. ~ Ian McEwan

I think Ian likes you too much ~ Stephenie Meyer

Self-consciousness is the destroyer of erotic joy. ~ Ian McEwan

If you're 0-0 down, there's no-one better to get you back on terms than Ian Wright. ~ Robbie Earle

Every life lesson that trickled its way into my being came from a mutually respectful relationship between the environment and my family. We were raised to appreciate the teachings of animals and the untouched magnificence of raw natural beauty. This understanding of our precious and complex ecosystem has carried me throughout every chapter of my life and is a significant column of my identity. ~ Ian Somerhalder

Modest about our national pride - and inordinately proud of our national modesty. ~ Ian Hislop

Three of them really. Ian hadn't come alone. Sean and Case were with him. The Taggart brothers had come for one of their own. ~ Lexi Blake

All leaders who go to war in the name of God are either zealots or hypocrites. ~ Ian Mortimer

The coming together of like-minded individuals through action is what's needed to see wide spread change for us, our planet and its creatures. ~ Ian Somerhalder

I'm very introverted, so it requires a huge effort for me to put on a smile and extend a hand and accept compliments. I would much rather be insulted than complimented any day. ~ Michael Ian Black

A boy, Ranga, is the light in his father's eye and the love in his mother's heart. ~ Ian B.G. Burns

When the First Sea Lord, Admiral Leach, told the Prime Minister and her cabinet colleagues that it would take three weeks to sail the Task Force to the Falklands, he was met with the incredulous response 'surely you mean three days? ~ Ian R. Gardiner

I wonder where they'll go," Jake continued, frowning a little. "There's wolves out there, and all sorts of beasts."
"No self-respecting wolf would dare to confront that duenna of hers, not with that umbrella she wields," Ian snapped, but he felt a little uneasy.
"Oho!" said Jake with a hearty laugh. "So that's what she was? I thought they'd come to court you together. Personally, I'd be afraid to close my eyes with that gray-haired hag in bed next to me."
Ian was not listening. Idly he unfolded the note, knowing that Elizabeth Cameron probably wasn't foolish enough to have written it in her own girlish, illegible scrawl. His first thought as he scanned the neat, scratchy script was that she'd gotten someone else to write it for her…but then he recognized the words, which were strangely familiar, because he'd spoken them himself:

Your suggestion has merit. I'm leaving for Scotland on the first of next month and cannot delay the trip again. Would prefer the meeting take place there, in any case. A map is enclosed for direction to the cottage. Cordially-Ian.

"God help that silly bastard if he ever crosses my path!" Ian said savagely.
"Who d'you mean?"
"Peters!"
"Peters?" Jake said, gaping. "Your secretary? The one you sacked for mixin' up all your letters?"
"I should have strangled him! This is the note I meant for Dickinson Verley. He sent it to Cameron instead."
In furious disgust Ian raked his hand through his hair ~ Judith McNaught

I love soap operas - the stories, the plots! And I love the game shows and the courtroom dramas and the detectives - Jessica Fletcher, 'Columbo,' 'Perry Mason,' 'L.A. Law.' Any sense of guilt appeals to me in a television program - a sense of guilt, or a sense of making a lot of money. ~ Peter Ackroyd

I was not staring at you," he told his plate.
I leaned over. "Did you hear that, Dingane's lunch? He was not staring at you."
He looked up at me crossly. "I was not staring at you."
"I never said you were."
"I was merely explaining that Henry was exaggerating. I did not stare at you."
"Okay," I stated, implying in my tone that he had done just that.
"I didn't. I-I wasn't."
"I believe you," I told him
"I may have looked at you a few times to make sure you were doing your job."
"Oh, I see then."
"But I certainly wasn't staring."
"We've established that you were not staring."
He breathed deeply a few times, his eyes burning into mine. "Good."
He'd definitely been staring. ~ Fisher Amelie

Marcelina loved that miniscule, precise moment when the needle entered her face. It was silver; it was pure. It was the violence that healed, the violation that brought perfection. There was no pain, never any pain, only a sense of the most delicate of penetrations, like a mosquito exquisitely sipping blood, a precision piece of human technology slipping between the gross tissues and cells of her flesh. She could see the needle out of the corner of her eye; in the foreshortened reality of the ultra-close-up it was like the stem of a steel flower. The latex-gloved hand that held the syringe was as vast as the creating hand of God: Marcelina had watched it swim across her field of vision, seeking its spot, so close, so thrillingly, dangerously close to her naked eyeball. And then the gentle stab. Always she closed her eyes as the fingers applied pressure to the plunger. She wanted to feel the poison entering her flesh, imagine it whipping the bloated, slack, lazy cells into panic, the washes of immune response chemicals as they realized they were under toxic attack; the blessed inflammation, the swelling of the wrinkled, lined skin into smoothness, tightness, beauty, youth.

Marcelina Hoffman was well on her way to becoming a Botox junkie.

Such a simple treat; the beauty salon was on the same block as Canal Quatro. Marcelina had pioneered the lunch-hour face lift to such an extent that Lisandra had appropriated it as the premise for an entire series. Whore. ~ Ian McDonald

By day, Ian was like the stars, there but not there. At night was when the beasts of grief came for her. ~ Eleanor Morse

life is not a technological ladder, it is more of a cultural wheel. ~ Alan Fletcher

The Bible never tells us what Jesus looked like, and in the earliest surviving paintings of him, he is sometimes depicted as short-haired, sometimes as beardless, with no authoritative version winning out over the others. Yet around 400 A.D., all of the other competing images were replaced by the long-haired, bearded Jesus we know today. ~ Ian Caldwell

Behavior is ultimately the product of the brain, the most mysterious organ of them all. ~ Ian Tattersall

I owe you everything." "Uh ... wow." "I owe all of you everything." "But mostly me," Fletcher said. ~ Derek Landy

There are so many ways to help, by either sharing your skills or expertise, joining our board of directors or advisory boards, and donating. Regardless of what or how you share with ISF, we recognize that we don't have all the answers, and that solutions lie not in commonality but in diversity. Welcoming a broad range of thinkers, creators, and doers is what makes this organization thrive. ~ Ian Somerhalder

Bond's mind was clear again. By a miracle he had survived a devastating wound. He could feel his armpits still wet with the fear of it. But the success of his gambit with the chair had wiped out all memories of the dreadful valley of defeat through which he had just passed. ~ Ian Fleming

Prohibition is the trigger of crime. ~ Ian Fleming

I've been in love. It's painful, pointless and overrated. ~ Ian Somerhalder

Standing there. watching her go, I felt lonelier than I have ever been in my life. ~ Ian Cross

If there were teenagers who had a video camera and saw what I did on a daily basis, they'd be bored out of their mind. ~ Ian Harding

Dad fastens his knife jacket before putting his black pea coat on. He's like a walking armoury. He has two guns on either side of his chest secured in his black shoulder holsters, an array of magazines on his belt and of course the knives. I don't need to check to know he has two more guns strapped to both his legs. With his dark coat on, dark jeans and boots, and his weapons hidden away, he looks imposing but harmless. Unsuspecting people would never think of him otherwise.
He cocks his head. "Too much?" he asks. ~ M. Rees

He loves his Uncle Bi," Kelsey said ...
Brian gave Ian a death look. "If you tell Ghost he calls me Bi, I swear to Christ I will fire you. ~ Cherrie Lynn

He had seen how the spirit, the reserves in [Bond], could pull him out of badly damaged conditions that would have broken the normal human being. He knew how a desperate situation would bring out those reserves again, how the will to live would spring up again in a real emergency. He remembered how countless neurotic patients had disappeared for ever from his consulting rooms when the last war had broken out. The big worry had driven out the smaller ones, the greater fear the lesser. He made up his mind. He turned back to M. Give him one more chance. ~ Ian Fleming

They go on like that and I can't understand, really I can't, what it's all about, and yet I feel terrible. ~ Ian Cross

Now with her eyes closed and fist clenched at her side. She was as off balanced as he was. Lilith took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She looked at Ian and did what took every ounce of will power she had; she walked away and out the doors. Ian watched as Lilith left the study and was shocked. He wanted her and she walked away from him. Then anger stormed his emotions and now he was royally pissed off. He was getting fucking tired of the cold and hot treatment she was giving him. Why the hell was she running? ~ Shadowstorm Norwicca

Was it boredom or sadism that made the shirt service people do up every single button? ~ Ian McEwan

She bent her finger and then straightened it. The mystery was in the instant before it moved, the dividing moment between not moving and moving, when her intention took effect. It was like a wave breaking. If she could only find herself at the crest, she thought, she might find the secret of herself, that part of her that was really in charge. She brought her forefinger closer to her face and stared at it, urging it to move. It remained still because she was pretending ... And when she did crook it finally, the action seemed to start in the finger itself, not in some part of her mind. ~ Ian McEwan

Cool thing about Fidel Castro is that the CIA and the mafia - which are both terrible organizations that tried to murder him again and again - haven't succeeded. ~ Ian Svenonius

Oh, yes, that feels so good," I moaned, and instead of punching Ian, pulled him closer.
Breath tickled my neck as he laughed. "I know. I'm truly gifted. ~ Jeaniene Frost

He'd tried to talk to you about anarchy yesterday but his English and your French conspired against the dialog. ~ Ian Rankin

Nothing tells you that you are not on Earth anymore than exhaling at one price and inhaling at another. ~ Ian McDonald