Gadda Quotes & Sayings

That was when you discovered she'd recently begun using PCP - what's sometimes called 'angel dust' on the street. — Dean Koontz

Do you know how to use a pool cue?" Paul asked her.
"To play pool or to fight?" she asked as Paul pulled the door open and Allan went in first. "Balls are my specialty. — Terry Spear

The best thing about being on tour is meeting the fans. — Thia Megia

She pressed her hand to her thudding heart. A gadda, here, in her store. And for just a moment there, she had found him attractive. She shivered. — Nicole Murphy

Honey, I forgot to duck — Ronald Reagan

As an economics professor I am by nature inclined to the view that the truth isn't out there, it's in here - that usually you learn a lot more by thinking really hard about the data than you do by sniffing around for supposedly inside information. — Paul Krugman

Listen. Pay attention. Treasure every moment. — Oprah Winfrey

Abode where lost bodies roam each searching for its lost one. — Samuel Beckett

I just want the feeling that I'm safe, the feeling that things can work out and that there'll be a happy ending someday. — Nadia Simonenko

My plan was I just knew, I think the first time I was in a high school play, and I liked the feeling of that. Getting on the stage and entertaining and audience. Eventually, I went to New York and studied my craft, and I was in school for two years in the same class with Joanne Woodward and Steve McQueen. — David Hedison

He who went to the kings to seek favors went away from Allah. — Umar

Better than anything else in our culture, it enables fathers and sons to speak on a level playing field while building up from within a personal history of shared experience - a group history - that may be tapped into at will in years to come. — John Thorn

I don't like being victimized by a machine or by other people's demands on my time. I become resentful by feeling forced or incentivized to live a life I don't want to live. That rage in general prevents me from entirely becoming enslaved by technology. — Joshua Cohen

She cocked her head. The ribbon tied beneath her chin glinted dully in the light. "Have I said something wrong?"
"No."
"I have." She stepped closer. "You are the most inscrutable man I have ever met."
He laughed. No mirth at all.
"I'm quite serious." She studied him. "No." Her quiet voice lanced through him. "Don't look away. Not when I am about to understand you."
"Are you certain you wish to?" He held her gaze, and the silence of his hunting box became unendurable. He fixed in his head an image of her in his bed. Nude. And of him, there to touch, and taste, experiencing that moment when his prick slid into her body. Her. Not any woman, but her. Specifically. The woman who made him see beauty where he'd once seen only duty. — Carolyn Jewel