Hypercompetitive Sort Quotes & Sayings

Etruscans sometimes wrote boustrophedon style, in which the direction of writing alternates with each line - right-to-left, then left-to-right. Brilliant! The eye doesn't waste time trekking back to the left side of the page after every line. — A. J. Jacobs

It's the twenty-first century." I told Tank. "Women drive."
"Only in my bed," Tank said. "Never in my car. — Janet Evanovich

I've photographed everybody from Matisse to Isamu Noguchi. — Carl Van Vechten

She cried out as he quickly shoved a hand into the front of her panties, the sharp sound becoming a breathless moan when he cupped her warm sex in his palm and gave a predatory growl. Her delicate hands were on the sides of his neck, clutching him to her, her tongue sliding against his in a way that made his blood boil. Heat poured off him in blistering, sweltering waves as he shoved two thick fingers inside the slick, narrow opening of her body, stretching tender tissues, surprised by how perfect and small she felt. By how tightly she gripped him.
"I knew," he groaned, nipping her mouth with his teeth as he pushed his fingers deeper into that hot, melting honey. "I fucking knew you were going to feel like this. — Rhyannon Byrd

But one never does form a just idea of anybody beforehand. One takes up a notion and runs away with it. — Jane Austen

If women are breadwinners and men bring home the bacon, why do people complain about having no dough? I'm confused. Also hungry. — Stephen Colbert

Not everyone is born to fulfill an heroic role. The only realistic ambition is to live in the present. And sometimes, quite often in fact, this is more than enough to keep one busy. Time, which was once squandered, must now be given over to the actual, the possible, and perhaps that evanescent hope of a good outcome which never deserts one, and which should never be abandoned. — Anita Brookner

If the biblical account of creation in Genesis isn't true, how can we trust the rest of the Bible? — Beverly LaHaye

He shot her a grin brimming with deliberate wickedness. "Today, I want to lead you astray."
Her returning smile was a little shy but full of a quiet mischief he figured most people never saw. "Are you sure I'm not already beyond redemption?"
He chuckled. "How could you be with a name like Angelica?"
She made a face. "I'm an Annie, not an Angelica."
"I prefer Angel."
"Do you like your women angelic?"
He chuckled. "No baby, I like my woman exactly as she is. — Nalini Singh

My dear, since Eve picked the apple no woman's ever been taken entirely unawares. When a woman's kissed it's because, deep down, she wants to be kissed. — Philip Dunne