Wachsmann Associates Quotes & Sayings

He dumped me again!' She narrows her eyes on Tom accusingly. I drop my bag by my desk and watch as Victoria fires all sorts of accusations at a very guilty looking Tom. 'Don't ask me to come out with you ever again,' she spits, pointing her pen at him. 'Friday, you cleared off with the scientist, and last night you didn't even have the decency to go home with the same man!'

'Tom!' I gasp sarcastically. 'I thought the scientist was your soul mate?'

'He still might be,' Tom defends himself in a high pitched voice. 'I'm just sampling what's on offer before I decide on what to invest in. — Jodi Ellen Malpas

Not all time in life is equal. How many opportunities do you get to talk about what your life is going to add up to with people thinking about the same question? — James C. Collins

Some things may never change but other things can be so completely different that they make the things that don't change bearable. — Donna VanLiere

The kind of boy's club I'm used to? It is definitely not a jock-y, frat-y kind of thing. They say, 'I'm sensitive and nerdy,' but actually, it's like, 'You're a huge child and you're terrified of women, but you don't like sports, so you think that makes you less of a misogynist.' — Julie Klausner

He leaned in even closer until she could count the bristles on his poorly shaven chin. "But you're pretty. You can stay. Turn around and spread your legs so I can fuck you up against the wire. I'll get my cock in you so deep it'll need a directory to find its way out."
"That sounds ... dangerous."
"I am," he rumbled sexily, like a waterfall that's had a dam collapse upstream and is about to flood and destroy the village of peasants further downstream ... many of whom are poor and in desperate need of medical attention. — Cari Silverwood

She blinks at me like I've lost my mind. Hell, maybe I have. "Are you insane?"
"Potentially," I say. "You?"
"Am I insane?"
I nod.
"I'm starting to feel like it," she mutters, running her hands down her face. — J.M. Darhower

Some minds are made of blotting-paper: you can write nothing on them distinctly. They swallow the ink, and you find a large spot. — Augustus William Hare