Meg Corbyn Quotes & Sayings

Maybe we always were the people we imagined ourselves to be. — Nina LaCour

She kicked me off the bed! — Anne Bishop

He gave the side of her head a quick lick before she squealed and ducked away from him. Tasted like Meg. Felt like puppy fuzz. Too bad he couldn't hold her down and give her a proper grooming like he used to do with Sam. — Anne Bishop

So that you remember that you kissed my hand, but I didn't kiss yours. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Any idea's a great idea as long as it tastes great. — Homaro Cantu

Do any of them realize that Simon Wolfgard is falling in love with Meg Corbyn? Monty wondered. Does Wolfgard understand his own response to the girl? What about Meg? How does she feel? What would the rest of the Others do if one of their kind did fall in love with a human? — Anne Bishop

I just really like ants, and I really like science. I was interested and curious about the quantum world and the physics behind how it all works. — Evangeline Lilly

When you know that the kingdom is God's alone (though he gives it to us), that is the only thing that can lead to peace and rest. Owners are the ones who do all the worrying; stewards simply listen to the owner's desires and work to implement them. Owners are responsible for the outcome; stewards strive to be faithful. — Edward T. Welch

Simon's relationship with Meg was too complex for anything as simple as sex. — Anne Bishop

I'm confused."
"Where Meg is concerned, you've been confused since you met her. — Anne Bishop

Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies. Then he was aware of them bodies before of them coloured. How? By knocking his sconce against them, sure. Go easy. Bald he was and a millionaire, MAESTRO
DI COLOR CHE SANNO. Limit of the diaphane in. Why in? Diaphane, adiaphane. If you can put your five fingers through it it is a gate, if not a door. Shut your eyes and see. — James Joyce