Brannick Quotes & Sayings

I called on Dex first. 'Um, yes. We have this friend, Izzy Brannick? She's about your height, has your color hair, and she is a normal, sane-type person. And you, Crazy Lady, seem to have replaced her. Can we have Izzy back now please? — Rachel Hawkins

Where there is no freedom there can be no morality. — Alison Roberta Noble Neilans

Are cans constitutionally iffy? Whenever, that is, we say that we can do something, or could do something, or could have done something, is there an if in the offing
suppressed, it may be, but due nevertheless to appear when we set out our sentence in full or when we give an explanation of its meaning? — J.L. Austin

The more you read and observe about this Politics thing,
you got to admit that each party is worse than the other.
The one that's out always looks the best — Will Rogers

So neither massive head injuries, nor finding out you're a member of this family thirty freaking minutes ago-and therefore have very little experience handling weapons-gets you out of patrol?" I asked as I met Finley and Izzy by the backdoor.
After Aislinn had made her announcement, Mom had tried to argue on my behalf, saying that A) I was still processing the whole "being a Brannick" thing, and B) I had gone through a lot, so maybe I could use a nap. Or a snack.
Aislinn's answer was to give me ten minutes to take a shower, some of Finley's clothes, and a flask full of that Pine-Sol-tasting liquid. — Rachel Hawkins

The best laid plans take 40 years to complete. — Robert Burns

That's it. Be yourself. Be Isolde Brannick, and they will have no choice but to adore you, He reached out and took my hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. I was too stunned to do anything but sit there, my hand limp in his. — Rachel Hawkins

I tried to give her my best "I Am A Demon Princess" look, which was quite the challenge, seeing as how my hair was hanging in my face and my nose was running. "What's your name?" I asked.
The girl kept her eyes on me, but her hands were moving restlessly over the ground around her, no doubt searching for the knife. "Izzy," she said.
I raised both my eyebrows. Not exactly a name to strike fear into the heart.
Izzy must've read that in my expression, because she frowned. "I'm Isolde Brannick, daughter of Aislinn, daughter of Fiona, daughter of-"
"Right, right, daughter of a bunch of fierce ladies, got it. — Rachel Hawkins

Give not reins to your inflamed passions; take time and a little delay; impetuosity manages all things badly.
[Lat., Ne frena animo permitte calenti;
Da spatium, tenuemque moram; male cuncta ministrat
Impetus.] — Statius

Names are just words. I know that. But learning that the last name I'd used all my life was fake ...
"So what should I call myself, then?" I asked. "Sophie Atherton? Sophie Brannick?" Both sounded weird and made me feel like I was wearing clothes that didn't fit.
Mom smiled and brushed my hair away from my face. "You can call yourself whatever you want."
"Okay. Sophie Awesome Sparkle-Princess it is. — Rachel Hawkins

How is it women have equality when it comes to taking a hit but the rest of the time they're just some guy's property? — Joanna Wylde

By now, all three Brannick women - all four, if you counted Mom - were staring at me. Man, what had that piney-tasting stuff been? The Brannick version of Red Bull? — Rachel Hawkins

Men who pay their tailors never amount to anything, they never even become Cabinet ministers. — Honore De Balzac

Welcome to the Brannick family, Dexter. — Rachel Hawkins

I am in a very unsettled condition, as the oyster said when they poured melted butter all over his back. — Edward Lear

It is a very long story, and I promise I'll spill all later. Condensed version: my mom is a Brannick, I am the unholy love child of a Brannick and a demon, and the bar for family dysfunction is now set super high."
Jenna, to her credit, knew when to just roll with it. "Okay, then."
"The more pressing question right now is, why are we back at Hex Hall?"
Jenna looked around, taking in the unnatural fog, the dilapidated (well, more dilapidated) feel of the house. "Something tells me it's not for a class ruinion."
"Did you get pulled through some kind of magic tornado, too?" I asked her.
"No, I flew in here as a bat. It's a new thing I learned from Byron."
"Ha ha," I said, swatting at her arm. — Rachel Hawkins