Bricker Quotes & Sayings

Can I see your fangs again? Valerie asked
Er ... Justin said, then spotted Anders and smiled with relief. Anders, buddy. Show your woman your fangs.
Shy, Bricker? You? Anders asked dryly, moving forward again as Valerie glanced around to smile at him.
Nah. I just don't want to show you up by letting her see how much bigger my fangs are than yours, Justin responded.
Actually, I saw Ander's fangs at his house this afternoon and they're bigger than yours, Valerie said at once and then as Anders reached her side , she glanced at him and asked, Why? Is it like big fangs, big feet, big -? — Lynsay Sands

I loved the idea of touching base with an audience. — Jerry Stiller

Relax," Lucian said dryly. "Bricker will not leave without me. The SUV is - "
"What?" Basil asked when his brother paused with his arm half raised, shock crossing his features.
"The little shit just drove away without me," Lucian said with amazement. — Lynsay Sands

I have a very large forehead. I have a pronounced skull. Maybe producers think that there is a lot going on up in there. — Neil Patrick Harris

Tomorrow is another day, and there will be another battle! — Sebastian Coe

There are good and bad in every walk of life, that's true." My father's shoulders sagged as if under a great weight. "And some who seem good might not be," he whispered. — Lonnie Bricker

I know women whose entire personas are woven from a benign mediocrity. Their lives are a list of shortcomings: the unappreciative boyfriend, the extra ten pounds, the dismissive boss, the conniving sister, the straying husband. I've always hovered above their stories, nodding in sympathy and thinking how foolish they are, these women, to let these things happen, how undisciplined. And now to be one of them! One of the women with the endless stories that make people nod sympathetically and think: Poor dumb bitch. I could hear the tale, how everyone would love — Gillian Flynn

If your environment is stacked against you, you will use up your strong drive for self-control, and despite good intentions, your efforts may fail. — Paul Rosman

...root beer floats are the stuff that toasts are made of. — Sandra D. Bricker

I'll talk to Mortimer and see what he thinks, and then get back to you tomorrow. In the meantime, you should really get to sleep and get those shared dreams going."
Cale grimaced at the suggestion, and reminded him, "She has a splitting headache, Bricker."
"I thought that was a married woman's complaint?" Bricker responded quickly, and then laughed at his own joke as he hung up. — Lynsay Sands

I didn't like how my body seemed to be intent on sabotaging my brain, especially since my brain was so good at sabotaging itself. — Penny Reid

Somewhere along the way one discovers that what one has to tell is not nearly so important as the telling itself. — Henry Miller

Life does not have to be huge and over-the-top to be fulfilling. Everyday doesn't have to be out-of-the-ordinary spectacular to be inspiring. There is a joy in sharing simple things with someone special, in finding your own way, and following the path that was laid out for you. There is a joy in the journey that you are totally missing. — Sandra D. Bricker

In the light of absolute values (religious or ethical) man himself is judged to be limited or imperfect, while he can occasionally accomplish acts which partake of perfection, he, himself can never be perfect. — T. E. Hulme

Sitting in a van twiddling my thumbs while you bone up is one thing, but attacking her? No way."
"Bone up?" Cale asked uncertainly.
"Get a boner," the man explained, and then added, "Or an erection to those of us too damned old to know modern lingo ... not to mention be able to judge character anymore. — Lynsay Sands

Life is the only game which has no pause, no resume and no restart. You have to be careful enough to never fail. — M.F. Moonzajer

Winkie? Flesh flute? Tallywhacker? Baby maker? Quiver bone? Joystick? Fun stick? Lap rocket? Love muscle? Wedding tackle? One-eyed wonder weasel? Helmet head? Wang? Trouser snake? Giggle stick? Schlong? Mushroom head? Love rod? Pecker? Thundersw - "
"Enough!" Lucian barked, and when Bricker paused and glanced to him questioningly, he said, "I do not know what alarms me more, that you have so many names for cock or what it means in regard to how much time you spend thinking about cock. — Lynsay Sands

What the hell is going on?" Bricker asked with amazement as they watched Victor carry Elvi out. "First Basil's carrying Sherry away, and then Marcus is carting a blubbering Basha off, and now Elvi's sobbing to beat the band and Victor is playing he-man too. Have the women gone crazy or is this an immortal caveman convention?"
Lucian reached out and biffed the younger man in the back of the head.
"Ow," Bricker complained, rubbing the spot. — Lynsay Sands

Dear God, surely you aren't the chef Sam was talking about?"
"No," he said with a laugh, and gestured behind him with a thumb. "Cale here is."
"Kale?" Alex echoed blankly, her eyes sliding to the still half-closed door. She didn't see any evidence of a second man. Frowning, she set the phone back in its receiver and leaned to the side, trying to see out into the kitchen as she muttered, "Kale is a vegetable. — Lynsay Sands

As in the old Irish blessing, may God give you, for every storm, a rainbow; for every tear, a smile. For every care, a promise; a blessing for every trial. For every problem life sends, a faithful friend to share; for every sigh, a sweet song, and an answer for every prayer. — Sandra D. Bricker

While not every person is called to be a mother in the biological sense, we're all called to be life-givers and love-bearers. And isn't that really what a mother is - a person who is willing to nurture life and love? Isn't that what the world really needs? In what ways can I emulate Mary as a life-giver and life-nurturer? How can I model my life on that of Mary? — Woodeene Koenig-Bricker

This looks good."
"That's Metamucil," Bricker said with disgust, snatching it from her hand.
"So?" She turned to scowl at him. "What's wrong with Metamucil?"
"It's
" He glanced at the container and read, "A dietary supplement."
"That sounds healthy," she said, trying to grab it back.
"Eshe," he said, his disgust giving way to amusement. "It's what old mortals take to get regular."
"To get regular what?" she asked, and then poked him in the stomach, hard. The moment Bricker bent over with an "oomph," she snatched the container back and repeated, "Regular what?"
"Crap," he gasped, clutching his stomach.
"I didn't hit you that hard," she said with some disgust of her own.
"No." He sighed, straightening. "I meant that's what they get regulated. Crap."
Eshe dropped the can in dismay. "They buy crap? — Lynsay Sands

I had turned my anxiety into my profession. — Francois Jacob