Planet Wasp 12b Quotes & Sayings

If you hang around the subprime lending business long enough, you'll meet your share of interesting borrowers: strippers, cons, pimps, thugs and various other upstanding citizens of the community. These were not out typical customers. But if a borrower has credit problems and a checkered past, employment gaps and income from unverifiable sources, he usually ends up talking with a subprime lender. — Richard Bitner

I find it amusing that I'm on the Internet now, because I've criticized it, but mainly I've criticized it on the basis of, 'What are you going to do with it?' — Ray Bradbury

Life is too short to forget who you love, lose your sanity or mince words... — K. Farrell St. Germain

It is more important to understand the ground of your own behavior than to understand the motives of another. — Dag Hammarskjold

Barrels are very difficult to find. But when you have them, give them lots of equity, promote them, take them to dinner every week ... because they're virtually irreplaceable, cuz they're also culturally very specific. So a barrel at one company may not be a barrel at another company, because one of the ways the definition of a barrel is.. they can take an idea from conception all the way through shipping and bring people with them. — Keith Rabois

The world balanced on the edge of a knife, slipping, slipping, slipping. — Sarah J. Maas

It's such a pity," I told her "that you were so afraid of love. I could've shown you landscapes behind my lightning & poetry. — Cheri Bauer

He stabbed into her, driving deeply, repeatedly, iron-hard and demanding. She welcomed the piercing pleasure of his urgency, opening her legs wider, pushing her skirts away and wrapping her legs about him. His thrusts pushed her roughly against the table, but she rose to meet each one, clinging to him at the hip, grinding her own need to match his. Her fingers clawed at his buttocks, gripping him to her, pushing herself against him, devouring him.

The Gentlemen's Club — Emmanuelle De Maupassant

Synchronize watches at oh six hundred' says the infantry captain, and each of his huddled lieutenants finds respite from fear in the act of bringing two tiny pointers into jeweled alignment while tons of heavy artillery go fluttering overhead: the prosaic, civilian-looking dial of the watch has restored, however briefly, an illusion of personal control. Good, it counsels, looking tidily up from the hairs and veins of each terribly vulnerable wrist; fine: so far, everything's happening right on time. — Richard Yates

I am what I am... but for the first time in my life, I'm sorry for it. — Heather Blanton