Bub Quotes & Sayings

It's a privilege to be able to have an idea and go into a group of executives and say, "I really want to write about this, and I really am interested in this," and for them to say, "Yes," and give you the money to make it. — Ryan T. Murphy

An accountant would not make his girlfriend worry he while he was away at work"
"Yeah," Jonas shot back with a smile, "but he also wouldn't have a milf girlfriend either."
I felt my eyes round as Tate said in a father's warning tone but still I could tell from his voice he was smiling huge, "Bub."
"Dad, seriousloy, she's milf," Jonas returned.
"Think it, boy, don't say it." Tate replied.
"Right," Jonas muttered but he was still smiling at me and his smile was unrepentant.
Jonas had called me a milf.
I knew what that meant and I didn't know what to do with it.
Seriously, Tate from head to toe. — Kristen Ashley

He stole glances at the heathen faces of Bodien and Gaylord, the suffering, yet oddly consoled, eyes and mouth of Basellecci, noting the brave enthusiasm of men who had never dreamed of anything very definite, and it occurred to him through the reek of his person that there was only one hope for him, and for all people who had lost, through intelligence, the hope of immortality. "We must love and delight in each other and in ourselves!" he cried. — Edward Lewis Wallant

The occupation of the stock-jobber yields no new or useful product; consequently having no product of his own to give in exchange, he has no revenue to subsist upon, but what he contrives to make out of the unskilfulness or ill-fortune of gamesters like himself. — Jean-Baptiste Say

Hi, I'm Bub Richards." He extended his hand in greeting. I didn't extend mine back. I was floored that he just plopped down like he was invited. He wasn't a bad looking man, with soft blue eyes, chestnut wavy hair and baby face, but he had an awful lot of gall.
"I'm leaving, nice to meet you, Bub," I said as I stood up. — Elle Klass

John Fiedler's voice was kind of like the wind blowing through tall grass. It sounded homey and it sounded comforting. — Jim Cummings

There is no comfort anywhere for anyone who dreads to go home. — Laura Ingalls Wilder

As Sidda joined Vivi in staring out into the darkness of the fields, where hundreds of sunflowers grew, she thought: I will never fully know my mother, any more than I will ever know my father or Connor, or myself. I have been missing the point. The point is not knowing another person, or learning to love another person. The point is simply this: how tender can we bear to be? What good manners can we show as we welcome ourselves and others into our hearts? — Rebecca Wells

Be the master of your own thoughts to control your future. — Debasish Mridha

That all you got...Bub? — Joss Whedon

He left Chainsaw behind, much to her irritation. Ronan didn't want her to learn any bad language. — Maggie Stiefvater

It is more difficult to fight poverty in a rich country than in a poor one. — Mother Teresa

One barrier ... is the impoverishment of classroom language, the failure to cultivate a common vocabulary about inquiry, explanation, argument and problem solving. — David Perkins

America has given us a pretty decent modern world and doesn't always get enough thanks for that. But for reasons that genuinely escape me, it has also become spectacularly accommodating to stupidity. Where — Bill Bryson

I made myself a Muenster-cheese sandwich, with lettuce, tomato, mustard, and mayo, and went up to my room. Ingredients are important. — A.M. Homes

Thanks for working your tail off." Leglin turned his head to check his hindquarters. "My tail is attached." I chuckled, scratching behind both of his ears. "It's a saying, bub. — Gayla Drummond

My fear is that I go up to the girl of my dreams and say 'I'm sorry, but I've got to say hello to you,' and she slides the stool back and gets up and walks away, saying, 'Not for me, Bub. I don't want anything to do with you.' — John Mayer

Myron headed down the steps. Without warning a man wearing a blue blazer and aviator sunglasses stepped in front of him. He was a big guy - six-four, two-twenty - just about Myron's size. His neatly combed hair sat above a pleasant though unyielding face. He expanded his chest into a paddleball wall, blocking Myron's path. His voice said, "Can I help you, sir?" But his tone said, Take a hike, bub. Myron looked at him. "Anyone ever tell you you look like Jack Lord?" No reaction. "You know," Myron said. "Jack Lord? Hawaii Five-O?" "I'll have to ask you to leave, sir. — Harlan Coben