Chicago Fire Joyriding Quotes & Sayings

Some sad news, President Bush's lapdog passed away. Gee, I didn't even know Tony Blair was sick? — Jay Leno

An education is everything, Charley. An education is how you'll make something of yourself. — Mitch Albom

Nothing is more abhorrent to me than sugary-sweet photography full of pretense, poses, and gimmickry. For this reason, I have allowed myself to tell the truth about our times and people in a sincere manner. — August Sander

I had been thinking you were going to stay out on the farm through the whole Festival, Perrin Aybara shouted at Rand over the clamor. Half a head shorter than Rand, the curly-haired blacksmith's apprentice was so stocky as to seem a man and a half wide, with arms and shoulders thick enough to rival those of Master Luhhan himself. He could easily have pushed through the throng, but that was not his way. He picked his path carefully, offering apologies to people who had only half a mind to notice anything but the peddler. He made the apologies anyway, and tried not to jostle anyone as he worked through the crowd to Rand and Mat. — Robert Jordan

Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding. Volumnia says this in Shakespeare's Coriolanus. She - steely, controlling - is far more interesting than Coriolanus. Alas, nobody would go to see a play called Volumnia. — Lauren Groff

Would you like something to eat?" I ask.
He nods slowly. "Yes. You." he murmurs. — E.L. James

If a character dies, you get to do a big, juicy death scene. But the flip side is you're out of the sequel, which is where the real money is. — Denis Leary

The beautiful clarity of all marked outlines occurred to her--there would be a deep satisfaction in strengthening fences, for instance, going along on the inside of a strong fence enclosing a large land, leaning outward to push towards the extreme limit of property; too, what about the lovely definition of a sheet of white paper alone on her desk, oblong and complete, the tightness with which the sky fitted onto the earth at the horizon, the act of caressing the spine of a book? Irresistibly, she thought with a shiver of a razor sharp edge slicing horizontally through her eyes, into her mouth, and then coming around the hard corner of a building, saw again the campus and its lights and heard its sounds. — Shirley Jackson

below. He heard a clanging noise coming — Stephen Mchale

Right now we're both yard sales of emotions. A penny for pain. A dime for bitterness. A quarter for grief. A dollar for silence. It binds us together, but I don't want him to pay the price for the parts of me that are used and broken. — Courtney C. Stevens