Daddy Locked Up Quotes & Sayings

Whose are these?" Sevro asks me. "Daddy's," I tell him. "So you guessed." Sevro laughs. "He's locked in Apollo's dungeons." "The stupid Pixie!" He laughs again. — Pierce Brown

If my mama and daddy would've stayed together, one of them would've been dead, and the other would have been locked up for it. — Trick Daddy

The reason why Jane's spirit was not broken was that she had a secret. It was her own special secret and she had told no one else except Peggy. She locked it in her heart and hugged it to herself. It was this glorious secret that filled her with such irrepressible joy and exhilaration. But it was also to be the cause of her greatest disaster, and her life-long grief.
The rumour that her father was a high-born gentleman in Parliament must have reached Jane's ears when she was a little girl. Perhaps she had heard the officers talking about it, or perhaps another child had heard the adults talking and told her. Perhaps Jane's mother had told another workhouse inmate, who had passed it on. One can never tell how rumours start.
To Jane, it was not a rumour. It was an absolute fact. Her daddy was a high-born gentleman, who one day would come and take her away. She fantasised endlessly about her daddy. She talked to him, and he talked to her. — Jennifer Worth

Cole made a hissing sound. "Are you inside yet? God bless America and all her sons. What is taking you so long?"
The front door was locked. "Here, talk to Grace"
"Mommy isn't going to give a different answer than Daddy," Cole said, but I handed her the phone anyway. — Maggie Stiefvater

Man, that's a killer strategy, that is, an awesome way to persuade the incognoscenti that we're not crazed hokum junkies, high on hackwork, trying to pimp our addled euphoria to anyone who passes. Yeah, vehement denial that we've got anything to do with the crack-whore pump-daddy beast of a thousand cocks locked in the closet. Bitter accusations of snootcocking snipewankery when they point out that crack-whore pimp-daddy beast of a thousand cocks in the closet. Offended outrage when they assume the mindfuck we're touting is a cheap handjob, just because we're, like, standing on a street corner dressed to sell our arses. And because our first words to a prospective customer just happens to be, 'Hey, big boy. — Hal Duncan