Quotes About Bunk

There's a wonderful family called Stein, There's Gert, and there's Epp and there's Ein: Gert's poems are bunk, Epp's statues are junk, And no one can understand Ein.

Gontwitz studied Moncrief for a long moment. "Doubtless you are a deep-dyed scholar and a past master of poodle-de-doodle; also, you have read several books. Still, your knowledge of Star Home is a muddle and your theories are bunk.

entering with a flourish of steel, rousting the hapless Mesquita out of his bunk. This had once been Cartagena's ship

The boy was sitting quietly on the bunk, still wrapped in the blanket, watching. The man thought he had probably not fully committed himself to any of this. You could wake in the dark wet woods at any time.

Once we were inside, I went straight for Doolin's bunk. I pulled open his sleeping bag, stuck my hand in that jar of peanut butter, and started spreading it around like I was making the world's biggest sandwich. Norman was right behind with the honey. "Rafe, this isn't right," he said. "Sure it is," I said. "The peanut butter always goes first.

She found out that having something to do prevented you from feeling seasick, and that even a job like scrubbing a deck could be satisfying, if it was done in a seamanlike way. She was very taken with this notion, and later on she folded the blankets on her bunk in a seamanlike way, and put her possessions in the closet in a seamanlike way, and used 'stow' instead of 'tidy' for the process of doing so. After two days at sea, Lyra decided that this was the life for her.

Tavi spent an eternity in misery, longing for death to bring sweet release from the unrelenting torment. The others gathered at the side of his bunk on the ship, keeping a deathwatch over him. I don't see what all the drama is about, Demos said, his quiet voice filled with habitual disinterst. He's seasick. It will pass.~Captain's Fury

The reason politics makes strange bedfellows is because they all like the same bunk.

As the night wore on (phosphorescent in the streetlamps, violet city midnights that never quite faded to black) I turned from side to side, the low ceiling over the bunk pressing down on me so heavily that sometimes I woke convinced I was lying underneath the bed instead of on top of it.

The mattress on the bunk was two centimeters thick and apparently made out of particleboard and despair

and gives him a sheepish look as she hands them over. "Now kerosene," he says. "That lamp on your table." "Yes sir," she says, unscrewing the tank. "This is just what we need to burn away that thing. Shall we take the entire bunk outdoors? Burn it in the yard? I'm sure whichever way you choose will be the

The first had been on the voyage to India. I'd been seasick for much of it, particularly when we launched away from land at the Gulf of Aden and headed out into the Arabian Sea. The horizon stretched and pitched, when I could stand to look at it. Before the nausea set in, we had managed to make love on my narrow bunk, but the whole thing was such a tangle of elbows and knees and bumping chins, I barely knew the thing was happening before it was over. Afterwards,