Rowdy Yates Quotes

Why the hell not run a race across the United States? A balls-out, shoot-the-moon, f***-the-establishment rumble from New York to Los Angeles to prove what we had been harping about for years, for example, that good drivers in good automobiles could employ the American Interstate system the same way the Germans were using their Autobahns? Yes, make high-speed travel by car a reality! Truth and justice affirmed by an overtly illegal act. ~ Brock Yates

Steroids are used in all sports. ~ Dorian Yates

Want to know the biggest lie ever written? 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. What an unmitigated pile of shit. ~ Bart Yates

I was being sincere. Hold on to it as long as you can, Lark. Life knocks the stuffing out of you
eventually. Look at me. Look at Cade. As long as things are simple, keep them that way. As long as
unrequited liking is the least of your worries ... it's not so bad."
"It feels bad."
"I know. Take comfort in the fact that that actually makes you pretty normal."
"Not comforted."
He laughed. "That's normal too."
"Shut up."
"Love you too." He didn't say it often enough. But it had never been easy for him to say.
That earned him a smile. "I do. Love you, you know. Thanks for trying. And thanks for ... being
willing to kill someone for me."
"It's what brothers are for. 'Night ~ Maisey Yates

Witnessing is the essence of being a documentary filmmaker. Capturing moments in time; never knowing how history will judge them. ~ Pamela Yates

Like a human rights lawyer who uses the law to rectify wrongs, I use filmic storytelling for the same effect. ~ Pamela Yates

Damn Ani," he panted, as she licked him clean and then tucked him into his pants.

"Where did you learn that?"

"Adam."

"What?" Creed had dropped his hands to her shoulders, and they tightened into claws.

"Adam Yates. You know him. The Seducer? Ow. Your fingers--"

"When?" His voice matched his expression, filled with rage and raw possession. It was kinda hot, and a little scary.

"I had sessions with him a long time ago. I needed to learn to seduce guys for assignments. He taught me how to kiss and touch a guy and give blow jobs and that thing with my tongue and your-"

"Stop. Jesus Christ, stop."

"You asked," she muttered....

~Creed/Annika ~ Sydney Croft

She just happened to feel like it. Wasn't that after all, the only reason there was? Had she ever had a less selfish, more complicated reason for doing anything in her life? ~ Richard Yates

The appeal of the Riverside 500 was based on that overall spectacle of witnessing a mob of brightly colored, bellowing automobiles gamboling over the countryside like a herd of runaway steers. Stock car roadracing is in fact like a mechanical stampede, and we personally think it's maybe the neatest form of motor racing known to man. It's definitely the greatest spectacle in roadracing. ~ Brock Yates

You found you were saying yes when you meant no, and "We've got to be together in this thing" when you meant the very opposite ... and then you were face to face, in total darkness, with the knowledge that you didn't know who you were. And how could anyone else be blamed for that? ~ Richard Yates

No matter how the road winds and turns, as long as you are there at the end of it I'll be happy, Rowdy. ~ Jay Crownover

Don't get me wrong, I think bikes are terrific. I own several of my own, including a trendy mountain style, and ride them for pleasure and light exercise. ~ Brock Yates

If a boy doesn't respect his mother...run! ~ Tracy Yates

I also think you have less separation if you are fuller. If you go to the gym and pump your arms up they are bigger because of the blood volume, the fullness. But the separation is not so defined. ~ Dorian Yates

I'm still that rowdy dude who has after-parties in his dressing room with a concert-sized PA system blasting away. ~ Tommy Lee

It seems that I always am and always have been an outsider. I've never really fit in. I was always too religious for my rowdy friends - they thought I was unbelievably hung up - and too rowdy for my religious friends - they were always praying for me. ~ James Bryan Smith

I just want to thank Wayne for even mentioning me. I've been following his career since he started, just watching him evolve. He was always clever with the rhymes. My own quest was always to get my music out to everybody in the world and working with Wayne is truly a way to get it out there. ~ Aaron Dontez Yates

If that made him heavy company sometimes, so be it. Who decreed that life was to be one long rowdy masquerade (punctuated with those little pets of melancholy indulged by a crowd who made a religion of their feelings)? ~ Howard Jacobson

I've always been more slight, and I've always sort of felt that I needed to be protected, especially with so many rowdy brothers and sisters. ~ Daphne Guinness

It's the great sentimental lie of the suburbs, and I've been making you subscribe to it all this time. ~ Richard Yates

There she was, lying on a single bed in a room so small that there wasn't even space for a chair, and the first thing that struck him was that she was beautiful. She had lost too much weight - her long legs were too thin in greasy jeans and her upper body looked as frail as a bird's under a greasy workman's shirt - but her pale and famished face, with its great blue eyes and delicate, thin-lipped mouth, made her look like the heartbreaking debutante her mother might always have wanted her to be. ~ Richard Yates

Martha looked at her son. So this was the beginning of growing up. This was where the road they had been traveling together first parted. ~ Elizabeth Yates

The Breed never dies. Sapper, Buchan, Dornford Yates, practitioners in that school of Snobbery withViolence that runs like a thread of good-class tweed through twentieth-century literature. ~ Alan Bennett

He adores you, you know. You're very lucky to have a brother like that."
I fall into step with her. "Yeah, right, I'm the luckiest guy in the universe." I heave a sigh. "But in my next life I'd prefer a puppy, okay? ~ Bart Yates

He let the fingers of one hand splay out across the pocket of his shirt to show what a simple, physical thing the heart was; then he made the same hand into a fist. ~ Richard Yates

Personally, I read a lot of scripts. ~ David Yates

No scientific theory achieves public acceptance until it has been thoroughly discredited. ~ Douglas Yates

Rowdy fought everybody.
He fought boys and girls.
Men and women.
He fought stray dogs.
Hell, he fought the weather.
He'd throw wild punches at rain.
Honestly. ~ Sherman Alexie

Dying for love might be pitiable, but it wasn't much different, finally, from any other kind of dying. ~ Richard Yates

You haven't met someone. Not a real, good someone anyway. Unless ... Did you really hook up
with Kelsey in Portland?"
"Not your business, kid," he said. "But no."
"You seem to like her a lot."
"She's ... nice." And I'm stuck with her. And he still hadn't figured out quite how to handle it. He
needed to handle it. Fix it.
"Maybe you could ask her out."
"You're cute."
She frowned. "That's patronizing. ~ Maisey Yates

Hi. He turned and saw Kelsey standing in the door of the kitchen, looking ... Well, she was
glowing. That pregnant woman glow, maybe? Or just the sun hitting her face at the right time. Either
way, she looked hot, and he noticed ~ Maisey Yates

Warren Cox, God knew, was no prize; a commercial person, a sales person, the kind of man who said things like "x numbers of dollars". At lunch today, laboriously trying to explain some business procedure, he had said "x number of dollars" three times. ~ Richard Yates

It's just that . . . when you have kids, it just changes things." "Do me a favor, Yates. Please don't give me that having-children-alters-you spiel. I listen to that crap enough from my painfully few friends. ~ Harlan Coben

As a writer, I like the list of "things to strive for" that Richard Yates kept above his typewriter:
genuine clarity
genuine feeling
the right word
the exact English sentence
the eloquent detail
the rigorous dramatization of story ~ Richard Yates

Love attacks. It sneaks up like a pride of lions or a pack of hyenas and eats your heart out while you watch. Love is the bully on the playground who takes your lunch money and gives you a black eye in return, the arsonist who burns your house down with you in it, the witch who lures you into her home with candy and boils you alive for dinner. Love is raw, and violent, and instantaneous. You don't fall in love; you get trampled by it. ~ Bart Yates

Why couldn't she stop talking? Did all lonely people have that problem? ~ Richard Yates

If you don't try at anything, you can't fail ... it takes back bone to lead the life you want ~ Richard Yates

Again and again, our goddesses and heroines travel to the underworld. Again and again, we descend in our own lives. Why do we tell this story over and over again? The underworld is where we confront the wounded, exiled pieces of ourselves. The pieces we'd forgotten, hidden, or didn't want to see in the first place. ~ Amanda Yates García

She shook her head and dropped the focus of the light down to the ground. "Well, thanks for ...
everything. Dinner. And stuff. Showing me the ranch."
Why were things so awkward with him?
"Sure." He put his hands in his pockets. "See you tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Tomorrow. ~ Maisey Yates

In the East, he then believed, a man went to college not for vocational training but in disciplined search for wisdom and beauty, and nobody over the age of twelve believed that those words were for sissies. In the East, wearing rumpled tweeds and flannels, he could have strolled for hours among ancient elms and clock towers, talking with his friends, and his friends would have been the cream of their generation. The girls of the East were marvelously slim and graceful; they moved with the authority of places like Bennington and Holyoke; they spoke intelligently in low, subtle voices, and they never giggled. On sharp winter evenings you could meet them for cocktails at the Biltmore and take them to the theater, and afterwards, warmed with brandy, they would come with you for a drive to a snowbound New England inn, where they'd slip happily into bed with you under an eiderdown quilt. In the East, when college was over, you could put off going seriously to work until you'd spent a few years in a book-lined bachelor flat, with intervals of European travel, and when you found your true vocation at last it was through a process of informed and unhurried selection; just as when you married at last it was to solemnize the last and best of your many long, sophisticated affairs. ~ Richard Yates

Each workout is like a brick in a building, and every time you go in there and do a half-ass workout, you're not laying a brick down. Somebody else is. ~ Dorian Yates

You don't throw rocks at a man with a machine gun! ~ Roddy Piper

Rachel came carefully downstairs one morning, in a dressing gown that wasn't quite clean, and stood at the brink of the living room as though preparing to make an announcement. She looked around at each member of the double household - at Evan, who was soberly opening the morning paper, at Phil, who'd been home from Costello's for hours but hadn't felt like sleeping yet, and at her mother, who was setting the table for breakfast - and then she came out with it.

"I love everybody," she said, stepping into the room with an uncertain smile. And her declaration might have had the generally soothing effect she'd intended if her mother hadn't picked it up and exploited it for all the sentimental weight it would bear.

"Oh Rachel," she cried, "What a sweet, lovely thing to say!" and she turned to address Evan and Phil as if both of them might be too crass or numbskulled to appreciate it by themselves. "Isn't that a wonderful thing for this girl to say, on a perfectly ordinary Friday morning? Rachel, I think you've put us all to shame for our petty bickering and our selfish little silences, and it's something I'll never forget. You really do have a marvelous wife, Evan, and I have a marvelous daughter. Oh, and Rachel, you can be sure that everybody in this house loves you, too, and we're all tremendously glad to have you feeling so well."

Rachel's embarrassment was now so intense that it seemed almost to prevent her from taking her place at the table; ~ Richard Yates

If you haven't written a novel by the time you're forty you never will! ~ Richard Yates