Scardino Menu Quotes & Sayings

Attacking me was like pushing open a forbidden door. What waited on the other side was his problem. — Lee Child

Quadruple crap. Why couldn't I control myself? Why did he have this effect on me? "Are you compelling me right now?"
To my surprise, his smile held an edge of sadness. "That would give you a much needed excuse, but I am afraid I am not."
Curse my body for reacting to his. As long as I kept him out of my heart, I would be okay.
"I think it a bit too late for that, my dear."
"You're using old man speak again." I made a face. "It's creepy."
He chuckled. "I'll try to remember that, but I haven't been around humans much in the past hundred years. It's hard to keep up with the changes in common dialect."
"Let's keep on topic, Jett. You were going to teach me how to control my mind. — Christie Rich

I lie to myself every day when I tell myself, 'I can skip yoga.' — Melissa Fumero

Fake love is a very powerful thing. — Chuck Klosterman

I put my hand on him. Touching him has always been important to me, it was something I lived for. I never could explain why. Little, nothing touches, my fingers against his shoulder, the outsides of our thighs touching as we squeeled together on the bus. I couldnt explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stiching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love? — Jonathan Safran Foer

It is closing time in the gardens of the West. — Cyril Connolly

I might be afraid of ghosts and like dragons and those things, but I'm not afraid of the Taliban. — Malala Yousafzai

Who is he, the ill-disposed gentleman in pink?" inquire the Comte, when they were out of earshot.
"A creature of no importance," shrugged Philip.
"So I see. Yet he contrives to arouse your anger.?"
"Yes," admitted Philip. "I do not like the color of his coat. — Georgette Heyer

I had never worked in that environment where you're able to play. — Mark-Paul Gosselaar

All philosophies, if you ride them home, are nonsense, but some are greater nonsense than others. — Samuel Butler