Whitebread Quotes & Sayings

Seeing that his smile had grown to epic proportions, she asked "What?"
"You just smiled."
"I did not."
"I saw it."
"You were hallucinating."
He shook his head, chuckling. "Nope, I saw you smile. I saw those pretty little dimples."
"I do not have dimples, Fuller!" She had to resist the urge to immaturely stomp her foot.
"Here comes the schoolteacher tone again. Will I have to stay behind after class? I'll do whatever it takes to get an A. — Suzanne Wright

You'll grow up soon. I can't wait to see the girl who makes the player settle down. Damn, you're in for a serious shock when you meet the girl who turns your head. You won't know what's hit you; it's gonna be hilarious to watch. — Kirsty Moseley

Darman was determined to make him welcome. "'Cuy, vod'ika." He slapped the seat next to him. "Park your shebs there. We'd pour you some of the GAR-issue caf but we like you too much for that. We're waiting for Sergeant Kal." Corr sat down as ordered, and Niner and Atin leaned across to clasp his arm. — Karen Traviss

Is that your final answer? Here in New York garbage men, bus drivers, taxi cab drivers, bus drivers, whoever, you know, people just yell it out to me. So that was a lot of fun. — Regis Philbin

Learning without thought is labour lost. — Confucius

The lesson in all this is that to pit women against men is a form of denigration of women, as though their measure must be determined by masculine standards. The — Eric Metaxas

Of all the art forms, poetry is the most economical. It is the one which is the most secret, which requires the least physical labor, the least material, and the one which can be done between shifts, in the hospital pantry, on the subway, and on scraps of surplus paper. Over the last few years, writing a novel on tight finances, I came to appreciate the enormous differences in the material demands between poetry and prose. As we reclaim our literature, poetry has been the major voice of poor, working class, and Colored women. A room of one's own may be a necessity for writing prose, but so are reams of paper, a typewriter, and plenty of time. — Audre Lorde

If African film makers had one-tenth the amount commanded by film makers the world over - even the amount used by so-called shoestring film makers - I think we would see quite an explosion of African films on the world scene. — Wole Soyinka

What he ate did not so much relieve his hunger, as keep it immortal in him. — Herman Melville

I'm a whitebread cracker. That's my favorite white person slur: "whitebread". The other day, someone came up to me and said, "What's up, whitebread?" And I was like, "That's not even an insult. That's just my race plus a food. I can do that, too, black bean soup! Stay out of this, Asian chicken platter!" — Mike Birbiglia

There is rapture in the lonely shore, by the deep sea, and music in its roar." Lord Byron * — D.B. Patterson

She blames me for taking you away from her."
"I was never hers in the first place. And this isn't some game of pass-the-parcel."
That made her grin. "If you're the parcel," she said, giving him a suggestive glance, "I would like to unwrap you. — Lisa Kleypas

My budget is similar to the Penny Plan, which cuts 1 percent a year for five or six years and balances the budget. — Rand Paul

You did it, Whitebread! You saved him. You're amazing. My brother. My brother. His voice breaking, Beckett set her back on her feet and hugged her. — Debra Anastasia

From my experience, politicians are much more uncomfortable being made fun of than they are being preached at and screeched at - you know, and the soapbox routine. They're much more uneasy knowing they're a target of ridicule. — Carl Hiaasen

Beckett, where's Eve?"
When he had her pressed to his chest, she tried again. "Are you going to tell me or what?"
Beckett sighed and looked into her face. "I left her, babycakes. She needs wings, not handcuffs."
He held Livia tighter, like she was a teddy bear.
She stopped moving her feet and hugged him around the neck. "You're not handcuffs. Don't you know that? She loves you. She does, I've seen it."
Beckett resumed dancing, dipping her again. "Look around, Whitebread. She's not here. She didn't try to stop me from coming. Her heart belongs to a dead man and a dream. I'm neither of those things." Beckett released her and clapped for the end of the song. He reached in his pocket and produced a crumpled envelope. "Here's my gift to you guys. I'm sure Blake won't want to accept it, but I'm hoping you'll convince him. For me. — Debra Anastasia

Beckett's gruff voice moved her veil as he spoke, Happy wedding, Whitebread. But please, don't worry about this. — Debra Anastasia

If theme parks, with their pasteboard main streets, reek of a bland, safe, homogenized, whitebread America, the Renaissance Faire is at the other end of the social spectrum, a whiff of the occult, a flash of danger and a hint of the erotic. Here, they let you throw axes. Here are more beer and bosoms than you'll find in all of Disney World. - Neil Steinberg, Chicago Sun-Times — Rachel Lee Rubin