Mark Slc Punk Quotes & Sayings

It's always a pleasure to see you," I told him, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Remember, red lights are for quitters. — Molly Harper

My coffee was wedged in the cup holder in the center console. Sometimes I wondered what would happen to modern American life between dawn and 10 a.m. if Starbucks vanished. Talk about road rage. — William Casey Moreton

Paisley sat on the edge of Gram's bed. "How did you sleep?"
Gram sat up, stretched, and yawned. "Like a rock. I was so tired of traveling. You've no idea how I'll hate getting back on a plane to go home." She flopped back against the pillows and winked. "Let's just stay, shall we? We could open a kilt-making business. You sew. I'll be in charge of measurements." She waggled her silver eyebrows. — Vonnie Davis

I've never had WiFi at home. I'm too easily distracted, and YouTube is too tempting. — Dave Eggers

She could see it surprised him, too, sometimes. He told her once when there was a storm a bird had flown into the house. He'd never seen one like it. The wind must have carried it in from some far-off place. He opened all the doors and windows, but it was so desperate to escape that for a while it couldn't find a way out. "It left a blessing in the house," he said. "The wildness of it. Bringing the wind inside. — Marilynne Robinson

Instead of relying on expensive marketing, habit-forming companies link their services to the users' daily routines and emotions. — Nir Eyal

His horse was tethered by the barn, and he carried Emma to it and held her close enough so she could pluck the surprise from his saddlebag. "Is it mine?" she asked. "It is." She beamed and clutched the rag doll tight against her chest. "Her name's gonna be Clara." "Sounds like a good name to me." He shook the rag doll's limp arm. "Nice to meet you, Clara." That drew a giggle from Emma. — Tamera Alexander

Inside that book, it's my life-all the places where I'm hurting or I laughed or I cried or I prayed. And I've had to pray a lot! — June Carter Cash

And this tattooing, had been the work of a departed prophet and seer of his island, who, by those hieroglyphic marks, had written out on his body a complete theory of the heavens and the earth, and a mystical treatise on the art of attaining truth; so that Queequeg in his own proper person was a riddle to unfold; a wondrous work in one volume; but whose mysteries not even himself could read, though his own live heart beat against them; and these mysteries were therefore destined in the end to moulder away with the living parchment whereon they were inscribed, and so be unsolved to the last. — Herman Melville

Power without abuse loses its charm. — Paul Valery

The biggest thing that concerns me is when we start getting countries using cybercrime to shut down infrastructure, electricity, communications systems, the Internet, et cetera. — Frank Abagnale