Boondocks Itis Quotes & Sayings

He was looking for a vehicle of purpose, for a vessel to contain his formless ambitions and abilities. — Robert Silverberg

Mr. Couture is not an American citizen. He is from Montreal. It is a large city, about the size of Boston, in that very large country just north of here. You may have heard of it. They play hockey. - — Sylvain Neuvel

If man is man and God is God, to live without prayer is not merely an awful thing: it is an infinitely foolish thing. — Phillips Brooks

With all that we hear of American hustle and hurry, it is rather strange that Americans seem to like to linger on longer words. — Gilbert K. Chesterton

Fee fi foe fum, she's scratching on my back. Oh, here she comes. — Eazy-E

I guess actors are very sensitive people. We're porous. — Zoe Lister-Jones

I am writing this from what we Americans call Yurrp. In Yurrp writers are taken as seriously as Lana Turner's legs are in America - a ridiculous situation. — John Steinbeck

Look what I found, Eight!"
Eight disappears from the grass and reappears up in the air next to the Chest. He wraps his arms around it and hugs it. Slime and all. Then he teleports back to the edge of the lake, the Chest still in his hands. "I can't believe it," Eight finally says. "All this time, it was right here." He looks stunned.
"It was inside a Mog ship at the bottom of the lake," I say, walking out of the water.
Eight disappears again and teleports directly in front of me, our noses practically touching. Before I can register how nice his warm breath feels on my face, he picks me up and kisses me hard on the mouth as he twirls me around. My body stiffens and I suddenly have no idea what to do with my hands. I don't know what to do at all, so I just let it happen. He tastes salty and sweet at the same time. The whole world disappears and I feel as if I'm floating in darkness. (Rise of the Nine) — Pittacus Lore

Noah felt strong and warm and muscular and safe and he smelled, oh, God, delicious. I couldn't stop kissing him if my life depend it upon it: his lips, his neck, his chest, and Noah seemed as hungry as me. — Katie McGarry

I am the seasons, I think sometimes, January, May, November; the mud, the mist, the dawn. I cannot be tossed about, or float gently, or mix with other people. — Virginia Woolf