Sticky Stuff Quotes & Sayings

My body felt like tangled rubber bands and dried-out pens and sticky paper clips, like the contents of a drawer where you put the things you don't have anywhere else to put, and I knew that the mind and body are connected, and that my bodily sensations were just messages from my mind, but I just wished there was a box or a drawer or a hole in the ground where I could put all this, all this mind and body stuff that I didn't know what else to do with. — Catherine Lacey

What's that sticky stuff called?
Basta: Duct tape.
Yes, duct tape. I love duct tape. — Cornelia Funke

If there ever was an aviary overstocked with jays it is that Yaptown-on-the-Hudson, call New York. Cosmopolitan they call it, you bet. So's a piece of fly-paper. You listen close when they're buzzing and trying to pull their feet out of the sticky stuff. "Little old New York's good enough for us"
that's what they sing. — O. Henry

I placed some of the DNA on the ends of my fingers and rubbed them together. The stuff was sticky. It began to dissolve on my skin. 'It's melting
like cotton candy.'
'Sure. That's the sugar in the DNA,' Smith said.
'Would it taste sweet?'
'No. DNA is an acid, and it's got salts in it. Actually, I've never tasted it.'
Later, I got some dried calf DNA. I placed a bit of the fluff on my tongue. It melted into a gluey ooze that stuck to the roof of my mouth in a blob. The blob felt slippery on my tongue, and the taste of pure DNA appeared. It had a soft taste, unsweet, rather bland, with a touch of acid and a hint of salt. Perhaps like the earth's primordial sea. It faded away.
Page 67, in Richard Preston's biographical essay on Craig Venter, "The Genome Warrior" (originally published in The New Yorker in 2000). — Timothy Ferris

Blinded as they are to their true character by self-love, every man is his own first and chiefest flatterer, prepared, therefore, to welcome the flatterer from the outside, who only comes confirming the verdict of the flatterer within. — Plutarch

I am a freak in secondhand velour, a leper who uses L'Oreal Anti-sticky Mega Gel. I am rootless, ripped from all foundations, an orphan raising an orphan and wanting to take away everything there is and replace it with stuff I've made. — Dave Eggers

The sudden and abrupt removal of my all-consuming goal ... well, it was like I was a donut, and somebody had sucked all the jelly out of me. But I could stuff new jelly in there. It would just get my hands a little sticky in the process. — Brandon Sanderson

young children, who for whatever reason are deprived of the continuous care and attention of a mother or a substitute-mother, are not only temporarily disturbed by such deprivation, but may in some cases suffer long-term effects which persist
Bowlby, J., Ainsworth, M., Boston, M., and Rosenbluth, D. (1956). The effects of mother-child separation: A follow-up study. British Journal of Medical Psychology, 29, 211-249. — John Bowlby

Understanding faith can be like trying to hold onto jello. Just when you think you've got a handful of the stuff, all you really have is the residue all over your sticky hands. — Jennifer L. Lane

Brains love poetry. It's sticky stuff. — Rainbow Rowell

I'm beginning to think theres more freedom in North korea sometimes than there is in the United States. — Mike Huckabee

Why would we ever want to go back when your world is so accommodating with your telephones and your guns and what's that sticky stuff called ... duct tape. — Cornelia Funke

Ll dark hair and blue smudges in the moonlight. — Rainbow Rowell

Alex snorted as he packed the wound with sticky rice.
"Is that stuff sterile?" Ted asked, staring at Alex.
"They boil it, don't they?" Alex said, not looking up from what he was doing.
Ted's frown deepened. "That doesn't seem like enough."
"Trust me." Alex looked up now and smiled a little. His voice altered just a little bit, not enough to be a full command voice, but enough to be way more persuasive than any normal person's voice. "It's an old wives' tale, but it works every time. — Eileen Rendahl

You're not worth the salt in my tears or the brain power it would take me to even conjure your face. (Aiden) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

Why will we be imposed on by antiquity? — Henry David Thoreau

I am a lady young in beauty waiting
Until my truelove comes, and then we kiss. — John Crowe Ransom

Ah, I hope to live to 87 and drink from the the goblet of life to the dregs. — Theo Van Gogh

Nothing is so fatiguing as the eternal hanging on of an uncompleted task. — William James

Kate opens a jar of honey and pours a thick line of the sticky stuff over the top edge of the wound. Setting the jar back on the counter, she picks up the first strip of cloth and gently wraps it around his arm. As she works, she can feel his eyes on her, watching her silently. She stands close, and his injured arm is outstretched just enough for his hand to be hanging in the air beside her waist. When she tugs on the bandage to make the first knot, his hand is pulled to her, lightly brushing the side of her body with the tips of his fingers. When she tugs again, he presses his hand to her waist, and she feels the subtle constriction of his fingertips. — Kari Aguila

I witness many signs of hope. I don't have to wait until all is well, but I can celebrate every little hint of the Kingdom that is at hand. — Henri J.M. Nouwen

I don't like all the attention. I think it's better to let my work do the talking. — Shigeru Miyamoto

You may feel like a voice in the wilderness, but it is your voice we are waiting to hear ... you are the determining factor. — Neale Donald Walsch

I shared a bed with my sister, Grace, until I was seventeen years old. She was afraid to sleep alone and would begin asking me around 5:00 P.M. every day whether she could sleep with me. I put on a big show of saying no, taking pleasure in watching her beg and sulk, but eventually I always relented. Her sticky, muscly little body thrashed beside me every night as I read Anne Sexton, watched reruns of SNL, sometimes even as I slipped my hand into my underwear to figure some stuff out. — Lena Dunham