Bogan Australian Quotes & Sayings

From: Christian Grey
Subject: Shenaniwhatagans?
Date: June 15, 2011 09:32
To: Anastasia Steele
You don't have to work, Anastasia.
You have no idea how appalled I am at my shenanigans.
But I like keeping you up late ;)
Please use your blackberry.
Oh, and marry me, please. — E.L. James

The mediocre spouse tells. The good spouse explains. The superior spouse demonstrates. The great spouse encourages. — GE Paulus

Heaven and earth fight in vain against a dunce! — Friedrich Schiller

I am sentimental and a romantic no matter how hard I try to resist those urges. — Sara Quin

When you fuse Christianity with power, it isn't long before Christians start imposing the cross on others rather than taking it up for themselves. — Andrew Sullivan

Well," replied the Count, rising from his chair, "if getting to the bottom is what is called for, I am sure there is no man better suited for the job. — Amor Towles

When he's hot, he's hot; when he's not, he's not. But at least there is always food — Helen Fielding

I think if my child died I would prefer it if I were dead. — Saoirse Ronan

There's no being out too late in Whileaway, or up too early, or in the wrong part of town, or unescorted. You cannot fall out of the kinship web and become sexual prey for strangers, for there is no prey and there are no strangers
the web is world-wide. In all of Whileaway there is no one who can keep you from going where you please (though you may risk your life, if that sort of thing appeals to you), no one who will follow you and try to embarrass you by whispering obscenities in your ear, no one who will attempt to rape you, no one who will warn you of the dangers of the street, no one who will stand on street corners, hot-eyed and vicious, jingling loose change in his pants pocket, bitterly bitterly sure that you're a cheap floozy, hot and wild, who likes it, who can't say no, who's making a mint off it, who inspires him with nothing but disgust, and who wants to drive him crazy. — Joanna Russ

Mia Maz glanced aside in concern at his muffled snort. "Are you all right?"
"Yes. Sorry," he whispered. "I'm just having an attack of limericks."
Her eyes widened, and she bit her lip; only her deepening dimple betrayed her. "Shhh," she said, with feeling. — Lois McMaster Bujold