John Corwin Quotes & Sayings

Those are Klingon and Federation ships," I said. "You're a nerd, Shelton, but, holy crap, do I love this. — John Corwin

Tight dump on three" he said ... "I have to drop a deuce on the count of three? — John Corwin

Harb was a ticking time bomb. It was like watching a preacher with Tourette syndrome. You knew the "Shit! Balls!" was coming at some point during the sermon, probably while he was slapping you on the forehead during a faith healing. — John Corwin

Can I finish my blasted story? We'll get to supernatural kindergarten later. — John Corwin

I felt a smile on my face. "Thanks." "For what?" "Using my name instead of calling me a thing. — John Corwin

What was it about women and crying that made me feel like crap? They must have guilt pheromones in their tears. — John Corwin

I probably looked like an infuriated chipmunk. — John Corwin

I tried to beat the crap out of someone's fist with my face — John Corwin

This is not good," I said. "These guys have a superiority complex bigger than Miss Compton's butt."
"And she had the biggest butt of them all," Kyle said. — John Corwin

Everything occurred in phases. The "Holy Crap, We're Dead!" phase was marked by mass hysteria. Mass euphoria resulted from the "Holy Crap, We're Free of Life's Burdens!" phase. Now things had shifted into the "Holy Crap, We Can Do Whatever We Want!" phase in which mass indulgence made the ancient Romans look like teetotalers. — John Corwin

Great. I guess you're the dog whisperer, vampire edition. — John Corwin

I looked at her like I'd just seen a miniature Elvis break-dancing on her head. — John Corwin

Bryan helped me up. "How can you be so good one minute then clumsy the next?"
I shrugged. "I've never been very athletic. Not unless you count fencing."
"You made fences? — John Corwin

I might be short, chubby, and require a B-cup manzier, but I was still a man. — John Corwin

This is worse than death. Now i have to spend eternity with my nagging wife and mother-in-law. what did i do to deserve this? — John Corwin

Life had jerked the carpet out from underneath us and left a shattered mess — John Corwin

Hell, yeah, Ryland. Man up and carpe girl. — John Corwin

Better check your pants, Kyle. I think you had a nerdgasm. — John Corwin

Apparently alcohol increases charm and courage by at least ten points. — John Corwin

Ready for your first lesson, cupcake? — John Corwin

Wait, so you do love me?" I asked, hope welling in my heart.
She growled and pounded her fist into a locker, leaving a fist-shaped dent. "Stop it, Justin. Stop it!"
I grabbed her shoulders. "Look at me and tell me you don't love me," I said. "Do it and I'll never bother you again."
"I don't love you," she mumbled.
"Look at me when you say it!"
She turned to me, her eyes hard but dull and faded. "I don't love you."
I let her go. My heart turned to lead, the heavy lump sagging in my chest. "Well, if there are agents out there looking to kill me, I guess it would be a mercy."
I turned to leave. Her hand gripped my shoulder.
"Please listen to me, Justin."
I pushed her hand away but didn't turn to face her. I couldn't let her see the tears welling in my eyes. "Why? What does it matter?"
"It just does. I - I don't want to see you hurt."
I took a deep shuddering breath. "You're not doing a very good job of it." I walked away and left her standing there. — John Corwin

My eyelids felt like had tiny but chubby sleep faeries hanging on the lashes and pulling them closed — John Corwin

Nothing could make me pull away meat-market love goddess. My sexy little filet mignon — John Corwin

Does this mean Harry Potter really exists? — John Corwin

I wanted to find a nice quiet spot, go to sleep, and dream about kittens. — John Corwin

You let your mind rule your reality instead of you ruling your mind."
"Are you reading this stuff out of a Dr. Phil book? — John Corwin

My God, you're hurt," Kyle said.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't use his name around me right now. He's kicking my ass."
"God?"
"No, but his bitch is."
"How? It's impossible to hurt ghosts."
"Tell that to the smoking crater on my chest. — John Corwin

No wonder Edward was such a crazy driver," I muttered. "Who's Edward?" Elyssa asked. "You know, from Twilight. — John Corwin

Despite the weight of the world on my shoulders, the temptation to stop and smell the supernatural roses tugged on my sleeves a time or two. — John Corwin