Brewskies Quotes & Sayings

(Carter): "I've been protecting you since I joined the Mauricio family. You were why I joined them in the first place."
(Emma): "You did all that for me?"
(Carter): "I would declare war for you. — Tijan

Is it too much to ask the gods for a happy life together? Caulder McCutchen from Hey, Cowboy, Book #2 — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel

We are Sinclairs. Beautiful. Privileged. Damaged. Liar. We live, least in the summertime, on a private island off the coast of Massachusetts. Perhaps that is all you need to know. — E. Lockhart

The castle of Cair Paravel on its little hill towered up above them; before them were the sands, with rocks and little pools of salt water, and seaweed, and the smell of the sea and long miles of bluish-green waves breaking for ever and ever on the beach. And oh, the cry of the seagulls! Have you ever heard it? Can you remember? — C.S. Lewis

Honest friends is kinda nice, but it's hard to beat a big-ass lie and a six-pack of brewskies. — Lois Greiman

In America, anyone can become president. That's the problem. — George Carlin

My boyfriend got me a computer three years ago. I'll admit it does make things a lot easier. When I was working on a typewriter and I whited out a line, often I would choose a word to go in the space just because it fit. Now I don't have to do that. — David Sedaris

Forget about intentions. What any institution, or its agents, "intend" for you is secondary. — Ta-Nehisi Coates

The major sighed. "It's a cultural thing, Madam. Something to do with the embattled mentality they developed in the first centuries here when conditions were so harsh and they had no other way than the exoskeletal-mutations route. The only ones who think of full connection as essential are the ones who've gone to university on Pleth and had the visible exoskeletal mutations removed and acquired internal reinforcements - which, as I understand it, serves as a sort of rite of passage to adulthood. — L. Timmel Duchamp

I'm tired of hurting, Lord. I'm tired of being scared. I'm tired of losing. — Dana Mentink

Any collection of Children's Letters to God. is pure gold because children tell it like it is; they don't butter up God; they say, deadly serious, "How come you rained on my picnic?" Or, "I wanted a baby brother and you sent a gur-r-l." Or, something like this, from a girl named Nan: "Dear God, I bet it's very hard for you to love everybody in the world. There are only four people in our family and I can never do it. — Joseph T. Nolan