Quotes About Determination

The golden years are for pussies. We went straight to brass.

Suppose something goes wrong? Suppose you need a big full-figure woman like me to help straighten things out? Lula

You can run, but you can't hide, Cupcake. Morelli said. I'll find you. You are such a cop. Tell me about it.

I blink back the threat of tears, swiped at my nose and narrowed my eyes. Listen to me, you two bags of monkey shit, I yelled. I am not in a good mood. My car keeps stalling. The day before yesterday I threw up on Joe Morelli. I was called a fat cow by my ex-husband. And if that isn't enough...my hair is ORANGE! ORANGE, FOR CHRISSAKE! And now you have the gall to force yourself into my home and threaten my hamster. Well, you have gone too far. You have crossed the line!

Your on your on with this one babe. Coward. Calling me names isn't going to get me in there. -Ranger and Stephanie

My mother had been slicing up the chicken. She took a drumstick and dropped it on the floor. She kicked it around a little, picked it up and put it on the edge of the plate. There, she said, we'll give him this drumstick. Deal.

I can give you a better 'and then', Ranger said.

I may not be the most patient woman in the world, or the most glamorous, or the most athletic, but I'm right up there at the top of the line when it comes to resiliency.

Kiss those cuffs good-bye. Lula from Hard Eight By Janet Evonavich

Babe," Ranger said, "you need to make some decisions." "I made decisions. I'm just having a hard time sticking to them.

We gotta be professional about this, Lula said, aiming us toward Route 1. We need a plan. How about we get the nail polish first, then we get the guy?

My mother was about three feet from Pooka. She threw herself forward, grabbed hold of his shirt, and they both went down to the ground. They rolled around a little and by the time I reached them, my mother was on top, punching Pooka in the face. "She's beating the crap out of him," Lula said. "Way to go, Mrs. P.

We're not going to die. You're with me kiddo and it just happens I know a few survival skills. Oh yeah right. Like carrying your Visa Gold in case the restaurant doesn't accept American Express.

My big move was to get out of my underpants without snagging my foot and falling on my face.

Concentrate on doing the job, not the fear.

War, famine, pestilence didn't stop my relatives from moving forward one foot in front of the other. They were good solid plodders without grandiose expectations. And that's the legacy they left me. The ability to plod forward, no matter the circumstances. I realize plodding isn't glamorous, but there are times when it serves a purpose.

We've got to get into shape," I said to Lula. "We should go to a gym or something." "I'd sooner set myself on fire." That about summed it up for me, too.

I might be a stay-at-home mother someday, but I'll always be trying to fly off the garage roof. That's just who I am.

I'm short. I have to think tall.

able to walk away. I was firmly pulled back by my ponytail. Ranger had come in behind me and had me by the hair. "Glad to see you're hard at work looking for Mooner." "Shhh. I want to hear Joyce bark like a dog." Ranger had me flat against him, and I could feel the heat from his body seeping into mine. "Not sure that's worth waiting for, babe.

Embarrassing as it was to admit, I was beginning to enjoy the role, thinking there was nothing like packing a pair of cuffs to put some spring into a woman's step.

A winner is willing to look like a idiot for as long as it takes to get the job done.

Play the role," Lula said. "That's what we do. We pick a role and we play it. What role you want to play?" "I want to be smart, and I want to be brave." "Go for it," Lula said.

My philosophy is aim high and fail big.