Chip Bag Quotes & Sayings

Ev wasn't the crunchiest chip in the bag. — Kristan Higgins

Aunt Lavinia always had a near-religious belief that it was wicked to inflict one's personal despair on others. Any display of self-pity or self-dissatisfaction she saw as a social cruelty that was very nearly criminal. — Caroline Blackwood

Don't worry, you will live through this, his devilish grin flashed for a brief moment before he rocked back onto his heals, closing his eyes in a meditative state. — Benjamin M. Strozykowski

Jesse, who had not stirred the whole time from the spot he'd been standing, confident I could handle Cheryl myself, was grinning.
"It's every girl's dream to guy to go to prom with the guy she loves?" he echoed, not just one, but both inky black eyebrows raised.
"Don't start with me," I said. I tried to hide my suddenly flaming cheeks by scraping away what was left of the cannolis, and replacing them with the contents of an upended bag of chocolate chip cookies. "I have things to do. — Meg Cabot

I'm rubber and you're glue," I told Satan, " and everything that bounces of me sticks to you. — MaryJanice Davidson

There was a massive poster of me down my road, right outside the chip shop. I was about to go in, but then I saw it and changed my mind. Me coming out with a bag of chips, while I'm up there doing crunches on the poster ... well, it would not look good. — Jessica Ennis

Cancer ... the process of creation gone wild, I thought. — Philip K. Dick

Rousseau identified reason as the disease for which it pretended to be the cure. — Robert Zaretsky

I can think of a number of things more interesting to read about than tax law, but few things affect our lives more. — Mike Crapo

Foxleap, no! Not now! I've done everything I could! Oh StarClan, why can't you let me help these cats? — Erin Hunter

Little Red, Little Red, what's in the chip bag, Little Red?"
And in the same singsong voice I answered, "Nothing at all, Nothing at all, Nothing at all but your grandpa's head. — Neal Shusterman

Americans make more trash than anyone else on the planet, throwing away about 7.1 pounds per person per day, 365 days a year. Across a lifetime that rate means, on average, we are each on track to generate 102 tons of trash. Each of our bodies may occupy only one cemetery plot when we're done with this world, but a single person's 102-ton trash legacy will require the equivalent of 1,100 graves. Much of that refuse will outlast any grave marker, pharaoh's pyramid or modern skyscraper: One of the few relics of our civilization guaranteed to be recognizable twenty thousand years from now is the potato chip bag. — Edward Humes

There were seven people on a Quidditch team: three Chasers, whose job it was to score goals by putting the Quaffle (a red, soccer-sized ball) through one of the fifty-foot-high hoops at each end of the field; two Beaters, who were equipped with heavy bats to repel the Bludgers (two heavy black balls that zoomed around trying to attack the players); a Keeper, who defended the goalposts, and the Seeker, who had the hardest job of all, that of catching the Golden Snitch, a tiny, winged, walnut-sized ball, whose capture ended the game and earned the Seeker's team an extra one hundred and fifty points. — J.K. Rowling

Indifference in religion is more fatal than skepticism. There is no pulse in indifference; skepticism may have warm blood. — Henry Ward Beecher

What's chumming?" I asked, wondering if it was some old English nautical term for making friends. — Raleigh Blake

Tonight I'm happy. I will worry about tomorrow when tomorrow comes. But I'm getting there ... — Cecelia Ahern

To finish off this whole Olympics by finally getting the gold medal, it's the best feeling in the world. — Shawn Johnson

The quicker humanity advances, the more important it is to be the one who deals the first blow. — Ernst Kaltenbrunner

Experience is definitely the high road once driven. It actually enhances the songwriting and song sourcing process. — Billy Gibbons

Because who can describe the look that triggers the memory of loved ones? Who can anticipate the frown, the smile, or the misplaced lock of hair that sends a swift, undeniable signal from the past? Who can ever estimate the power of association, which is always strongest in moments of love and in memories of death? — John Irving