Irimia Gabriel Quotes & Sayings

No, blast it! I can't even shoot the bastard, without dishonoring my brother's sworn word! — Diana Gabaldon

I needed to mourn my father, that wonderful, sweet, gentle man. — Kristan Higgins

Books'll be back," Esther-in-Unalaq predicts. "Wait till the power grids start failing in the 2030s and the datavats get erased. It's not far away. The future looks a lot like the past. — David Mitchell

When you speak to a lot of kids, as I've done over the years, you know what to say, keep them laughing, good illustrations and learn to read. — George Foreman

Hope is the pin-pricked light that tears through the fabric of our dark world. — Todd Stocker

Having a blank slate is sometimes as daunting as it is exciting. — Joe Madureira

I've had women come up to me and say I was the reason they went to law school. — Susan Dey

I had written the sentence, 'You mustn't think that the evolution that gave rise to us was the only evolutionary possibility on this planet ... that cultural developments could be shaped through the mediation of another animal species. If the biological conditions were favorable, some civilization not inferior to our own could arise in the depths of the sea ... Would it do the same stupid things mankind has done? Would it invite the same historical calamities? What would we say if some animal other than man declared that its education and its numbers gave it the sole right to occupy the entire world and hold sway over all creation? — Karel Capek

Email, instant messaging, and cell phones give us fabulous communication ability, but because we live and work in our own little worlds, that communication is totally disorganized. — Marilyn Vos Savant

What does your gut tell you?" "My gut and I aren't currently speaking to each other — Lisa Kleypas

Don't do that!" she exclaimed, shivering at the realization that it had been his fingers touching her.
He gave her his lazy, slightly twisted smile and brushed a few pieces of unruly black hair out of his face.
"Are you asking me or ordering me?"
"Shut up." She glanced around, both to avoid his eyes and make sure no one saw them together.
"What's the matter? Worried about what your slaves'll think if they see you talking to me?"
"They're my friends," she retorted.
"Oh.Right. Of course they are. I mean, from what I saw, Camille would probably do anything for you, right? Friends till the end." He crossed his arms over his chest, and in spite of her anger, she couldn't help but notice how the silvery gray of his shirt set off his black hair and blue eyes.
(Lissa&Christian) — Richelle Mead