Hilkers Quotes & Sayings

It's difficult to say exactly what the people on the surface of the planet were doing now, because they didn't really know what they were doing themselves. None of it made a lot of sense - running into houses, running out of houses, howling noiselessly at the noise. All around the world city streets exploded with people, cars skidded into each other as the noise fell on them and then rolled off like a tidal wave over hills and valleys, deserts and oceans, seeming to flatten everything it hit. — Douglas Adams

She needs to think about her marriage like she does Mexican food." "Mexican food?" Ali asked. "We love Mexican food," Nic explained. "And Nic deserves the whole enchilada. — Emily March

What I know from my friends who are cops is they keep their houses very clean, because they say you never know if you're coming back or not. — Emily Procter

You must often visit the darkness to get the people lost in the darkness out of there! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

TWENTY bridges from Tower to Kew -
Wanted to know what the River knew,
Twenty Bridges or twenty-two,
For they were young, and the Thames was old
And this is the tale that River told: — Rudyard Kipling

I played bass for a year, but I wasn't getting better at it, so I decided to stop so I could see my friends. — Daniel Radcliffe

Street politics is what happens in our everyday life, living in the bando. It's the environment around us and what we doing in the streets. We [Migos] talking about how many snakes there are in the grass and talking about how people can hurt you, and talking about how that can help you gain knowledge. — Quavo

[Walter Burns is] the archetypal managing editor-ruthless, self-righteous, manipulative, downright maniacal if it means an exclusive, especially one that it can congratulate itself for on its own front page. — Jay Carr

His words were so...Phoenix. A complication — Jessica Shirvington

Oddly, she felt safe ... as if the patient would protect her because of the vow he'd given her, and Red Sox would do the same because of his bond with the patient.
Where the hell was the logic in that, she wondered. Gimme an S! A T! An O! A C! Followed by a K-H-O-L-M! What's it spell? HEAD FUCK.
The patient leaned down to her ear. I can't see you as the cheerleader type. But you're right, we both would slaughter anything that so much as startled you. — J.R. Ward

In nonfiction, you have that limitation, that constraint, of telling the truth. — Peter Matthiessen