Sheriff Guidry Quotes & Sayings

I like the idea of playing people outside of society. That's where I tend to be drawn. — Sean Harris

At the front window was something that looked like a machine gun with a cluster of barrels. "Rocket launcher?" he wondered aloud.
"Nope, nope! Potatoes. Ella doesn't like potatoes."
"Ella! Where are the others?"
"Roof. Ogre-watching. Ella doesn't like ogres. Potatoes."
Potatoes? Frank didn't understand until he swiveled the machine gun around. Its eight barrels were loaded with spuds. At the base of the gun, a basket was filled with more edible ammunition ...
"They have cannonballs," Frank said, "and we have a potato gun."
"Starch," Ella said thoughtfully. "Starch is bad for ogres. — Rick Riordan

I was a ballerina. I had to quit after I injured a groin muscle. It wasn't mine ... — Rita Rudner

Not even an advancing All Blacks haka could have dragged him away from the swing of her ass — Amy Andrews

I think I infuse the music with a new passion. Part of this is because I have fallen in love: I am in love with the New York Philharmonic. The chemistry has just been right. Beyond expectation. — Lorin Maazel

I was more ass than assassin. — Mark Lawrence

Dreams are rudiments
Of the great state to come. We dream what is
About to happen. — Philip James Bailey

The student asks: If my redstone necklace had every view of every veil that ever brightened, would I be wise? The master answers: If I had a thousand pieces of a priceless vase, would I be rich? — Kay Kenyon

It is well to be attentive to successive ambitions that flood the growing boy's and girl's imagination. They leave profound traces behind them. During those years when the first sap is rising the future tree is foreshadowing its contour. We are shaped by the promises of imagination. — Thornton Wilder

His eyes, grayish green in that light, reminded me of the rare icicle in Montgomery, or a pebbled creek's rushing stream in early spring. They revealed his intelligence in a way that made me want to dive inside his head and swim in its depths. — Therese Anne Fowler

I staggered backward-her one hand gripping my shoulder, the other still holding my wrists behind her-and she followed until my back hit the wall. — Kim Harrison

How could she not be with someone forever when even their feet-his huge, not especially attractive feet, with their long hairy toes-felt like home? — Liane Moriarty