Pritwin Quotes & Sayings

Just to be working again as an actress and possibly doing TV would just be great. It's not about how big the role is. — Aileen Quinn

We see a hearse; we think sorrow. We see a grave; we think despair. We hear of a death; we think of a loss. Not so in heaven. When heaven sees a breathless body, it sees the vacated cocoon & the liberated butterfly. — Max Lucado

Flirting is a promise of sexual intercourse without a guarantee. — Milan Kundera

But she was out of earshot, already moving on down the street amongst the other passers-by. — Frank Caron

One of the most intuitive nature writers of our recently past century, Peter Matthiessen, lends a poets voice to the desperate effort to save the tiger. — Ron Franscell

He gasped. "Jesus, Jessie, aren't you listening to me? I love you more than roaches love sticky buns. — Catherine Bybee

But the writing life, it turned out, was difficult. It wasn't like you could sit down and flip a switch and crank on the ventilation system. Sometimes it didn't work, and sometimes you couldn't even find the switch. — Jeanne Marie Laskas

I looked to Demi. "Save him," I said, half command, half plea. She nodded. "I will," she said, and started playing again. This — Seanan McGuire

Today I escaped from anxiety. Or no, I discarded it, because it was within me, in my own perceptions - not outside. — Marcus Aurelius

A friend is never alarmed for us in the right place. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The sexual act is in time what the tiger is in space. — Georges Bataille

This kind of art school is for me the least important. A spiritual structure is needed. If a person is an artist he can use the most primitive of instruments:- a broken knife is enough. Otherwise it remains a craft school. — Joseph Bueys

I moved quickly, putting myself between the two of them. "Stop it!" I shouted. "I have way too much to worry about right now to also have to pull you two off each other. Jeesh, talk about immature." Both guys kept glaring at each other over my head. "I said, stop it!" And I smacked their chests. That made them blink and shift their attention to me. Now it was my turn to do the glaring. "You know, you two are ridiculous with your puffing up and your testosterone and crap. I mean, I could summon the elements and kick both of your butts."
Heath shuffled his feet and looked embarrassed. Then he grinned at me, like a cute little boy whose mommy had just yelled at him. "Sorry, Zo. I forget you have some major mojo going on. — Kristin Cast

Prit?" she asked. "The boy you bullied in school?"

Emery scratched the back of his head. "'Bullied' sounds so juvenile . . ."

"But it's him, isn't it?" Ceony pushed. "Pritwin Bailey? He became a Folder after all?"

Emery nodded. "We graduated from Praff together, actually. But yes, he's the same."

Ceony relaxed somewhat. "So you two are on good terms, then?"

The paper magician barked a laugh. "Oh, heavens no. We haven't spoken to each other since Praff, save for this telegram. He quite loathes me, actually."

Ceony's eyes bugged. "And you're sending me to test with him?"

Emery smiled. "Of course, in a few days. What better way to prove you had no bias than to place your career aspirations in the hands of Pritwin Bailey?"

Ceony stared at him a long moment. "I've been shot to hell, haven't I?"

"Language, love. — Charlie N. Holmberg