My Fair Ernest T Bass Quotes

I don't feel like getting laughed at. I'm getting in the shower and going to bed."
She grabs my arm. "What do you mean laughed at? Why would I laugh?"
Aside from the fact that she's already laughed twice in this conversation? I raise a skeptical brow but sit back down. After a deep breath, I blurt, "Because that's what you do every time I try to talk to you."
She blinks. "Since when do you ever try to talk to me?" she says quietly.
Huh. She has a good point. When she puts it like that, it doesn't really sound fair of me. I open and shut my mouth a couple times. What, am I supposed to say, "Since I was four"? After all, she's the reason I don't talk to her, right? ~ Anna Banks

The last use of the F-word is my favorite because it's positive and constructive. It sets the stage for honest and empathetic negotiation. Here's how I use it: Early on in a negotiation, I say, "I want you to feel like you are being treated fairly at all times. So please stop me at any time if you feel I'm being unfair, and we'll address it." It's simple and clear and sets me up as an honest dealer. With that statement, I let people know it is okay to use that word with me if they use it honestly. As a negotiator, you should strive for a reputation of being fair. Your reputation precedes you. Let it precede you in a way that paves success. ~ Chris Voss

I've stammered all my life, and it's fair to say that my stammer has shaped my life. It's made me make some decisions that I'm sure I wouldn't have if I didn't suffer with this affliction. ~ Gareth Gates

Joel looked at her. "I think I started to let go of the past the day I met you."
Letty smiled tremulously. "Fair enough. I did the same with a lot of my own past when I met you."
"In any event," Joel continued softly, "I don't have much choice but to put it all behind me, do I? I'm going to be too busy with my future to worry about
my past. Speaking of which, you looked very interesting with a baby in your arms, Madam President."
"Interesting?"
"Yeah. Interesting. I liked it. ~ Jayne Ann Krentz

His eyes were closed, which made it not much of a fair fight, but those are always my favorite kind. ~ Lee Child

We all have secrets, Beth."
"Not like mine."
"Okay, I'll tell you one of my secrets and make it fair."
She gave me a sidelong glance. "You don't have to do that."
"I know. Strangely, I want to tell you all my secrets. ~ Pamela Sparkman

Yes, my grandfather worked with Thomas Edison on the electric car, and he sold electric cars at the 1900 World's Fair in Paris. ~ Al Jardine

Say it." His teasing tone took on a rougher undercurrent. "Say the words. Say you're mine."
Alarms clanged in her heart. She knew he needed to feel strong and powerful right now, but truly. There was possessive, and then there was...medieval. "It's so belittling, Bram. I wish you wouldn't say that."
"You just wish you didn't like it so much." He added a second finger to the first. "Mine. Mine. Mine." He thrust his fingers deeper with each repetition. Her intimate muscles clenched around them, and she gasped with pleasant shock.
"See?" he gloated.
Drat it. For a man, he was right entirely too often. It did feel so good. But ever since her illness and those horrid treatments, she'd set a great deal of comfort in the idea that her body was hers. No one else's.
"Say it," he whispered, nuzzling her ear. His thumb circled her pearl. "Susanna fair. I want to hear you say you're mine."
She framed his face in her hands and looked him in the eye. "I'll say this. I claim sole possession of my body, my heart, and my soul. And tonight, I choose to share them all with you."
His fingers slid from her body, leaving her feeling hollow inside. "God. That's..."
"Disappointing? Intimidating? Too much, too soon?"
He shook his head, moving in for a kiss. "I was going to say, it's even better." His tongue traced her bottom lip. "So much better."

-Bram & Susanna ~ Tessa Dare

As a writer I'm committed to exploring what I call "The invisible things" - the things that people aren't talking about. I think that's where the juiciest conversations and the juiciest drama lives. My goal with the series is to get people talking about and reflecting on how issues of race play out in their own lives. Since I've spent a fair amount of time watching time travel shows and movies where the leads are White (and can blend in really easily no matter the time period) I thought I would turn that on its head and see what might happen. ~ Steven C. Harper

Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass,
That I may see my shadow as I pass. ~ William Shakespeare

I would rather quit public life at seventy, and quit it forever, than to retain public life at a sacrifice to my own self-respect. I will not vote for any law which will make fair for me and foul for another. The blacklist is the most cruel form of oppression ever devised by man for the infliction of suffering upon his weaker fellows. ~ Joseph Gurney Cannon

For my type of story and my kind of writing, I think 'Vanity Fair' is the right forum. ~ Dominick Dunne

My grandfather had died, and my mother was trying to explain it to me ... Grandpa isn't coming back? No, she said. Not ever again ... And I remember saying, hold everything right fucking there. You went to all the trouble of conceiving me, and giving birth to me, and raising me and clothing me and all ... and you make me cry and things hurt so much and disappointments crush my heart every day and I can't do half the things I want to and sometimes I just want to scream
and what I've got to look forward to is my body breaking and something flipping off the switch in my head
I go through all this, and then there's death? What is the motherfucking deal here? I wasn't having this. This was not fair. ~ Warren Ellis

Curse him for being all tight muscle, with ivory skin and a mouth as soft as rose petals. Curse him for having hair as fair as the sun, and eyes as black as night. Curse him for having the grace of a cat and deft, cool hands.
And now I am having the same argument on paper that I have in my own head on too many nights. I know my choice is sensible, but it isn't my common sense I think with, those times Rosto's stolen a kiss from me. ~ Tamora Pierce

Before you contradict an old man, my fair friend, you should endeavor to understand him. ~ George Santayana

I'd be more than happy to let you survey my physical perfection in its entirety. But only if I get to see you, too." To her shocked silence, he replied, "It's only fair. Tit for tat."

"How is that fair? You've seen countless tits. ~ Tessa Dare

If the king had given me for my own
Paris, his citadel,
And I for that must leave alone
Her whom I love so well,
I'd say then to the Crown
Take back your glittering town
My darling is more fair, I swear.
My darling is more fair. ~ Richard Wilbur

You stink, taeae. And proper knights don't stink. How can you rescue your fair maiden if she can't stand the smell of you?"
Fighting her own grin, Madame Labelle braced my other side. "Perhaps his fair maiden doesn't need rescuing."
"Perhaps she will rescue him," Victoire called over her shoulder.
"Perhaps they will rescue each other," Violette snapped back.
"Perhaps we will," I murmured, feeling lighter than I'd felt in ages. ~ Shelby Mahurin

I'm able to laugh now, because I've gone through a lot of mental and physical therapy to heal over the years, my music's been wonderful for me. But I was a shell of my former self at one point. I was not myself. To be fair, I was about 19, so ... I went to Catholic school and all this crazy stuff happened, and I was going, 'Oh, is this just the way adults are?' I was very naive. ~ Lady Gaga

A Halt

Lie still, my soul, the Sun of Grace
Is warm within this garden space
Beneath tall kindly trees.
The quiet light is green and fair;
A fragrance fills the swooning air;
Lie still, and take thine ease.

This silent noon of Jesu's love
Is warm about thee and above-
A tender Lord is He.
Lie still an hour- this place is His
He has a thousand pleasaunces,
And each all fair and fragrant is,
And each is all for thee.

Then, Jesu, for a little space
I rest me in this garden place,
All sweet to scent and sight.
Here, from this high-road scarce withdrawn,
I thrust my hot hands in the lawn
Cool yet with dew of far-off dawn
And saturate with light.

But ah, dear Saviour, human-wise,
I yearn to pierce all mysteries,
To catch Thine Hands and see Thine Eyes
When evening sounds begin.
There, in Thy white Robe, Thou wilt wait
At dusk beside some orchard gate,
And smile to see me come so late,
And, smiling, call me in. ~ Robert Hugh Benson

But fair warning, being drunk doesn't slow down my head shots. ~ Rachel Bach

I one evening overtook one of my townsmen, who has accumulated what is called "a handsome property" - though I never got a fair view of it - on the Walden road, driving a pair of cattle to market, who inquired of me how I could bring my mind to give up so many of the comforts of life. I answered that I was very sure I liked it passably well; I was not joking. And so I went home to my bed, and left him to pick his way through the darkness and the mud to Brighton - or Bright-town - which place he would reach some time in the morning. ~ Henry David Thoreau

I'm sorry," I said softly, but loud enough for him to hear. "I've been to my fair share of exhibitions, only yours made my heart hurt because my system couldn't process the beauty that met my eyes. ~ Kristen Ashley

I wasn't taught to hate white people. That dead body hanging from the platform broke the heart and wounded the spirit of every black man and woman who passed by. But I suspected that it also hurt right-thinking white people. Both parents had spoken well of fair-minded white people - my namesake, Jim O'Reilly, and Flake Cartledge - so I knew better than to blame a whole race for the rotten deeds of a few. When some blacks talked about whites as devils, I could see the source of their wrath. I could still see the dead man outside the courthouse on the square. But I couldn't turn the fury into hatred. Blind hatred, my mother had taught me, poisons the soul. I kept hearing her say, 'If you're kind to people, they'll be kind to you. ~ B.B. King

Here's my Golden Rule for a tarnished age: Be fair with others, but keep after them until they're fair with you. ~ Alan Alda

This guy's testimony is awesome. I hate my testimony. I wish I was addicted to heroin. But no. I had to grow up in a somewhat functional family situation. It's just not fair. Why can't I be a crack addict who robbed Fort Knox using nothing but a can of hairspray and a plastic ice cream scoop? Thanks a lot, God. ~ Tim Hawkins

With this book, I wanted to pit a man freed from all responsibilities but his appetites against women whose lives are shaped by their endless responsibilities. I wanted to pit Dracula against my mom.
As you'll see, it's not a fair fight. ~ Grady Hendrix

Silence can answer the question words may fail to answer. If you want to know what silence can do, keep silence! ~ Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

My father has fair skin, and my mother is dark, and I'm kind of cafe au lait. ~ Lela Rochon

I'll never get over my grappling for balance, never stop believing life is going to be fair, the minute we can clear up all these mistakes of the temporarily misguided. ~ Barbara Kingsolver

I just want you to know that where ever life takes you, I'll always be happy for you as long as its something that makes you happy because that's all that really makes me happy. Why? I'm just listening to my heart and all it's telling me is to understand. Which in a way I can but then again I can't. I'm use to it all though because not everyone lives a fair life if you know what I mean. ~ Jonathan Anthony Burkett

I call on the international community to be fair to the Iraqi people. My position is that we respect international resolutions but in return demand justice and accountability for those who stole Iraq's money. ~ Ahmed Chalabi

Look here, my boy, if you have average intelligence, about half the things you do are bound to be right, which is a fair achievement for any career. Don't spend sleepless nights over them. ~ R.P. Noronha

I had a very strong background in journalism, so it's my instinct to try to be as fair and accurate as possible. ~ Peter Landesman

I've fallen prey to my fair share of moments of the phobias of others and the way that that can become an attack. ~ Ezra Miller

When Oliver called time a few moments later, she'd beaten them all. But she'd beaten Mr. Pinter by only one bird.
"It appears, Lady Celia, that you've won a new rifle," the duke said graciously.
"No," she answered. They all stared at her. "It doesn't seem sporting to win a challenge only because one of my opponents had a faulty firearm. Which we provided to him, by the way."
"Don't worry," Mr. Pinter drawled. "I won't hold the fault firearm against you and your brothers."
"That's not the point. This should be fair, and it isn't."
"Then we'll move forward," Oliver said, "and let the servants flush the grouse again. Pinter can take one more shot. That's probably all that the misfire delayed him by. If he misses, then you've won squarely. If he hits his target then it's a tie, and we'll decide a tie breaker."
"That seems fair." She glanced over at Mr. Pinter. "What do you say, sir?"
"Whatever my lady wishes." His eyes met hers in a heated glance.
She had the unsettling feeling that he referred to more than just the shooting. "Well, then," she said lightly. "Let's get on with it."
The beaters headed forward to flush the grouse, but either because of where the grouse had last settled or because of the beaters' position, the birds rose farther away than was practical.
"Damn it all," Gabe uttered. "He won't make a shot from here."
"You can ignore this one, and we'll have them flushed again," Celia said.
But Mr. Pinter raise ~ Sabrina Jeffries

I don't know if there are words to describe my motivation. ~ Lorrie Fair

Beside us lies a fair-headed recruit in utter terror. He has buried his face in his hands, his helmet has fallen off. I fish hold of it and try to put it back on his head. He looks up, pushes the helmet off and like a child creeps under my arm, his head close to my breast. The little shoulders heave. Shoulders just like Kemmerich's. I let him be. ~ Erich Maria Remarque

Charles had climbed on a bench and was calling out that he had something to say, creating a racket that quickly got the attention of the room. Everyone looked immensely surprised, including Tessa and Will. Sona frowned, clearly thinking Charles was very rude. She didn't know the half of it, Cordelia thought darkly.
"Let me be the first to raise a glass to the happy couple!" said Charles, doing just that. "To James Herondale and Cordelia Carstairs. I wish to add personally that James, my brother's parabatai, has always been like a younger brother to me."
"A younger brother he accused of vandalizing greenhouses across our fair nation," muttered Will.
"As for Cordelia Carstairs - how to describe her?" Charles went on.
"Especially when one has not bothered to get to know her at all," murmured James.
"She is both beautiful and fair," said Charles, leaving Cordelia to wonder what the difference was, "as well as being brave. I am sure she will make James as happy as my lovely Grace makes me." He smiled at Grace, who stood quietly near him, her face a mask. "That's right. I am formally announcing my intention to wed Grace Blackthorn. You will all be invited, of course."
Cordelia glanced over at Alastair; he was expressionless, but his hands, jammed into his pockets, were fists. James had narrowed his eyes.
Charles went on merrily. "And lastly, my thanks go out to the folk of the Enclave, who supported my actions as acting Consul through our recent t ~ Cassandra Clare

I put my alligator tooth down the rubbish pipe. I heard it fall down to the bottom and disappear. It was an offering for the volcano god. It was a present for God himself. If I gave him my best good luck then he'd save us from all the bad things, the sickness and chooking and dead babies, he'd bring us all back together again. He'd have to or it wouldn't be fair. It was a good swap, nobody could say it wasn't. I knew it would work. Thank you pigeon for showing me the right star. ~ Stephen Kelman

A sparking. I know this feeling. Just before a flare-up, there's a moment. Hard to describe, hard to pin down, but for me it almost makes it worth it. The pain and the loss, all of it a fair price for this. This strength, this power, this eagerness to bare my teeth. ~ Rory Power