Rekers Quotes & Sayings

I've always had confidence. — Kurt Warner

Yet weren't all human beings simply human beings no matter what name you applied to them[?] — Isaac Asimov

But when the world and all that's behind it and in it seem black, I tell myself that self-respect and self-mastery are not everything, that faith and belief in the power of prayer are not so wonderful as what we call the ordinary love of two apparently very ordinary people. — William Fryer Harvey

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future
And time future contained in time past. — T. S. Eliot

As I was smoothing on the last handful across the top of my thigh, I noticed I had company. Lewus was standing there watching me, eyes half-closed but not in the least sleepy. He'd put on his blue jeans, but nothing else ... very sexy.
I couldn't help but take in the view. — Rachel Caine

There was a young fellow from Trinity, Who took the square root of infinity. But the number of digits, Gave him the fidgets; He dropped Math and took up Divinity. — George Gamow

Everything will be ok in the end, and if it is not ok, it is not the end. — Cassi Ellen

Rekers's fat begins under his nipples and increases exponentially until it eases back at his thighs. It looks as if a regular fat guy had some sort of seismic shift resulting in a landslide. A manslide. Chief Rekers is a walking manslide. — Christa Charter

I was afraid of other people's houses. After school sometimes a friend might talk me into going to his house or apartment to do our homework together. It was a shock, the way people lived, other people, those who weren't me. I didn't know how to respond, the clinging intimacy of it, kitchen slop, pan handles jutting from the sink. Did I want to be curious, amused, indifferent, superior? Just walking past a bathroom, a woman's stocking draped over the towel rack, pill bottles on the windowsill, some open, some capsized, a child's slipper in the bathtub. It made me want to run and hide, partly from my own fastidiousness. The bedrooms with unmade beds, somebody's socks on the floor, the old woman in nightclothes, barefoot, an entire life gathered up in a chair by the bed, hunched frame and muttering face. Who are these people, minute to minute and year after year? It made me want to go home and stay there. — Don DeLillo

Only big words for ordinary things on account of the sound. — James Joyce

How many fucking times do I have to tell you that you're special?"
"A million? Possibly more."
Cooper grinned at my tone. "Fair enough. — Bijou Hunter