Quotes About Preference

Jealous? Maybe. No reason. I like my ladies with a pulse.

Myrnin: Have we been introduced? Frank: Probably not. Why, you asking me out, sweetheart? Myrnin: You're not my type, darling.

Shane held the jewelry at arm's length, dangling it like a dead rat. No way in hell am I caught dead or alive wearing that.

Maybe you're not his type. Michael said Oh, now you're just being insulting.

From a distance, a clone's luminous eyes are meant to draw in humans and make them feel safe. Up close, the eyes appear hollow. Because of that, humans tend not to look into our eyes too closely, which I've been told is socially preferable, as eyes without souls behind them can be frightening.

It was a red Moleskine—made of neither mole nor skin, but nonetheless the preferred journal of my associates who felt the need to journal in non-electronic form.

I preferred to hang out with the dead, dying, or desperate books—used we call them, in a way that we'd never call a person, unless we meant it cruelly. ("Look at Clarissa Ã¢â'¬Â¦ she's such a used girl.")

Fresca, or Diet Rite?" I asked. "I'll have a Fanta," she said.

I may have a potty mouth, but I do not get caught in illicit sexual encounters in Marriotts, for fuck's sake. I guess I could be open to a Ritz-Carlton or a Four Seasons, but a Marriott, no fucking way! Yet here I am. And there's nowhere else I'd rather be. What spell has this boy cast on me? I

The blend she preferred was fragrant and so rich in caffeine that the fumes alone would cure narcolepsy.

But in a nation that had nearly spent its way into bankruptcy, sturdy locks and a perimeter alarm were the preferred form of security, because they didn't require salaries, health care, and pensions.

By now, he should not be the least surprised by the capacity of evil people to deceive their credulous friends and neighbors—or by the unconscious preference of so many people to be deceived.

She distrusts those who prefer power to money

Better than a peanut butter and onion sandwich?

I wouldn't want to eat any raw horse

Nikt bardziej nie lubi mówi? ni? jÄ…kaÅ'y, nikt bardziej nie lubi chodzi? ni? chromi.

Danny could see it in their faces when they shook Steve's hand—they'd have preferred him dead. Death allowed for the illusion of heroism. The maimed turned that illusion into an uncomfortable odor.

Li Pin Chu tells them that if he could eat one dish every day for the rest of his life it would be sliced pork and egg in palm sugar. Han says he would enjoy some chicken stewed in onion yogurt sauce. Sirine thinks she might like some reheated spaghetti and meatballs- a breakfast that her mother used to make from the previous night's dinner.

Men would eat horse droppings, if ye served them wi' butter.

Ye ken how to pick a good lass, MacKenzie? Start at the bottom and work your way up!

The most important thing I've learned about women, Sassenach, is which one to choose.

I'm Asian. Anything Boba please.

Nooooooo... favorite film, that's like asking if you have a favorite kid!

Actually I love asparagus.