Izzy O Neill Quotes

You're cute when you babble," he says to my total horror and disgust, because unlike the popular noughties rock band, cute is never what I aim for. ~ Laura Steven

She would live every day fully. She was not the same girl she'd been nearly a year ago. She would never see things so blithely again. Even now, as Evie watched the parade and the people alight with pride and joy, she knew how easily that same crowd could become angry. The things that divided them. The things that brought them together, too. They couldn't afford to become complacent. ~ Libba Bray

You're kidding, right? The whole town will know where we are just by the idle on that thing."
He feigned a look of shock. "That thing is a 1966 GTO. It has a name, okay? It's Mack - as in 'to mack on women.' I rebuilt it last year, and I was told the engine makes girls hot."
"Someone actually used those words? Is it true?"
"TBD," he said.
"You're goofy. Let's ride in my Jeep. Its name is Jeep."
Quinn chuckled. "Kavanagh has a smart mouth. ~ Laura Anderson Kurk

If I had my choice in life I would have had the gifts of Tennessee Williams or Eugene O'Neill. Unfortunately my gifts lie in comedy and so comedy comes fairly easy to me and I occasionally have an idea for a very serious piece and I do it, but the ideas don't come that readily to me. ~ Woody Allen

Evie yanked him to safety by the edge of his shirt, ripping it. "Thanks. You owe me a shirt," Sam said. "You owe me twenty dollars. ~ Libba Bray

LAVINIA: I love everything that grows simply
up toward the sun
everything that's straight and strong! I hate what's warped and twists and eats into itself and dies for a lifetime in shadow ... ~ Eugene O'Neill

Love is giving the people ye love what is best for them, Bav, no' what is best for ye. It doesna matter if it rips yer heart out by the roots first. Ye've never learned tha', no' in yer thousand thousands of years, and ye never will. ~ Heather R. Blair

Theta rolled over, facing Evie, their noses nearly touching. "Evil?" "Yes?" "I love you. Now, shut up and go to sleep. ~ Libba Bray

Tip, if I had a ticket to heaven and you didn't have one too, I would give mine away and go to hell with you.

Ronald Reagan ~ Chris Matthews

But Quinn held the fuzzy handcuffs in his hands, looking them over closely, and he smiled. Oh, hey, did you want to keep these for when your invisible boyfriend returns from his fake vacation? ~ Laura Anderson Kurk

He's cutting the heart out of the American dream to own a home and have a good job ... and still he's popular

Tip O'Neill on Ronald Reagan ~ Chris Matthews

LAVINIA: He made me feel for the first time in my life that everything about love could be sweet and natural ... I have a right to love! ~ Eugene O'Neill

There was, apparently, a nuclear reactor at a place called Indian Point, just thirty miles away in Westchester County. If something bad happened there, we were constantly being informed, the 'radioactive debris', whatever this might be, was liable to rain down on us. (Indian Point: the earliest, most incurable apprehensions stirred in its very name.) Then there was the question of dirty bombs. Apparently any fool could build a dirty bomb and explode it in Manhattan. How likely was this? Nobody knew. Very little about anything seemed intelligible or certain, and New York itself - that ideal source of the metropolitan diversion that serves as a response to the largest futilities - took on a fearsome, monstrous nature whose reality might have befuddled Plato himself. We were trying, as I irreverently analysed it, to avoid what might be termed a historic mistake. We were trying to understand, that is, whether we were in a pre-apocalyptic situation, like the European Jews in the thirties or the last citizens of Pompeii, or whether our situation was merely near-apocalyptic, like that of the Cold War inhabitants of New York, London, Washington and, for that matter, Moscow. In my anxiety I phoned Rachel's father, Charles Bolton, and asked him how he'd dealt with the threat of nuclear annihilation. I wanted to believe that this episode of history, like those old cataclysms that deposit a geologically telling layer of dust on the floors of seas, had sooted its survivors with special in ~ Joseph O'Neill

Abysmal vermin that I am, I couldn't of course tell her that it was her incredible mother that I wanted to see again ... I knew only as I drove through the cold, night autumn air that somewhere Freud, Sophocles and Eugene O'Neill were laughing. ~ Woody Allen

The phone rang. It was a familiar voice.

It was Alan Greenspan. Paul O'Neill had tried to stay in touch with people who had served under Gerald Ford, and he'd been reasonably conscientious about it. Alan Greenspan was the exception. In his case, the effort was constant and purposeful. When Greenspan was the chairman of Ford's Council of Economic Advisers, and O'Neill was number two at OMB, they had become a kind of team. Never social so much. They never talked about families or outside interests. It was all about ideas: Medicare financing or block grants - a concept that O'Neill basically invented to balance federal power and local autonomy - or what was really happening in the economy. It became clear that they thought well together. President Ford used to have them talk about various issues while he listened. After a while, each knew how the other's mind worked, the way married couples do.

In the past fifteen years, they'd made a point of meeting every few months. It could be in New York, or Washington, or Pittsburgh. They talked about everything, just as always. Greenspan, O'Neill told a friend, "doesn't have many people who don't want something from him, who will talk straight to him. So that's what we do together - straight talk."

O'Neill felt some straight talk coming in.

"Paul, I'll be blunt. We really need you down here," Greenspan said. "There is a real chance to make lasting changes. We could be a team at the key moment, t ~ Ron Suskind

Tell me you aren't crying. My whole image of you as a bad-ass warrior is crumbling. ~ Heather R. Blair

There was a dark aura about him, a hint of caged power in that deceptively casual, sprawled poise. Danger personified.
If this had been a film she would have expected to hear the warning wail of an electric guitar creep over the soft background bustle of the city. ~ Heather R. Blair

Donna fight the darkness, nobody. Embrace it. ~ Heather R. Blair

One day, Evie O'Neill, you're gonna fall head over heels for me! ~ Libba Bray

I think growing up in South Africa, and then moving to Canada, I'm just genuinely interested in the difference between the First World and the Third World, immigration, and how the new, globalized world is beginning to operate. All of those things run through my mind a lot. ~ Neill Blomkamp

You aren't afraid of what you think you're afraid of - you're afraid of what you think. ~ Michael Neill

It's a big world," I said. "I like to fly because it reminds me how huge the planet is and how small we are by comparison. I like that idea - that we're inconsequential, so our troubles are inconsequential, too." A corner of his mouth lifted. "You could never be inconsequential, Merit." He glanced out his window, traced a knuckle across the glass. "But I take your point. Living in darkness reduces our visibility, seems to narrow the world. Up here, thirty thousand feet above the earth, you are reminded of its magnitude. ~ Chloe Neill

Lily," Mom said, "we need to talk."
I don't think I'm ruining the surprise by pointing out that nothing good happens when someone starts a speech like that. ~ Chloe Neill

You're my world," he said, putting down the glass. "You're mine to protect. ~ Chloe Neill

„I bet she's hot," Sykes said. „Most demonesses are total babes," He and Remy bumped first.
I shook my head. They really had one-track minds. „She's okay, if you like big boobs and girls who curse like sailors."
„Me like.. me like," Sykes said, bobbing up and down.
I glared at him. „Too bad. Next time we meet, I'm vanquishing her."
Izzy grinned. „That's the spirit. ~ Ednah Walters

Of course you realize you're leaving me in the position of being the one tell everyone - your mother, Luke, Alec, Izzy, Magnus ... '
'I guess I shouldn't have said there wouldn't be no risk to you,' Clary said meekly.
'That's right,' said Simon. 'Just remember, when your mother's gnawing my ankle like a furious mama bear separated from her cub, I did it for you. ~ Cassandra Clare

Unlike the hard, iron skeleton of war, the Izzy Doll is soft and cuddly.
Not forced upon, it is given freely and accepted easily. It cannot be bought or sold therefore has no monetary power. It is created in the spirit of love and given in the same. A gesture of kindness, it brings hope to those who have lost hope. It is created by and distributed by volunteers, all who are in the mood for peace. In a world full of woes and wrongs, it is cheerful and right. And it is a gift of peace.
from In the Mood for Peace: the Story of the Izzy Doll ~ Phyllis Wheaton

You're so immature." "Blue hair. That's all I'm saying." "Bite me, dead girl." I showed fang and winked at her. "Don't tempt me, witch. ~ Chloe Neill

Sometimes the things we really want are right in front of us. We just don't see them. ~ Wendelin Van Draanen

She heard Brannie call out to her, but she ignored her as well and kept going. Kept going with visions of a bloody and limb-missing Éibhear dancing through her head. Gods! What if they cut off his wings? Or removed his scales? Oh, by the gods, what if they shaved his head? What if they shaved his head? Nooooo! ~ G.A. Aiken

The thumbs have been pricked, at least proverbially. ~ Chloe Neill

I…missed…you…so…much." I sob out, gasping as the emotions over take me.
"God Princess, you have no idea. No fucking idea." He says, rolling to the side and pulling me closer to his hard body. "Never letting you go, Izzy. Never. ~ Harper Sloan