Quotes About Nora

Damn skippy." "Who is Skippy? Why are you mad at him?" "It's an expression. Like bet your ass." "People are always betting their asses. Language is fun.

sweetest of nature, and very likely promises of exotic sexual favors to convince Boyle to let anyone

Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

the reprint of that stunning photo of

He almost felt guilty about bringing even fictional murder and mayhem to such a place. Almost.

Love costs nothing. I wonder at those who can't feel it, or won't give or take it. Ah well, we've more

Her share of what? he wondered, then shook his head

her. It's impossible not to. It bothers me to

but those mostly tourists or crazies. Man called Teek got himself stupid drunk

Are you naturally unfriendly, or have you just taken an instant dislike to me? Just naturally unfriendly, I guess.

Linc and his date, who he thought had left an hour before, were either held hostage or enthralled on the sofa

of their previous intimacy, she put a hand over his when he slipped into the

Cold shoulders are a predictable reaction, and predictability is tedious.

THE BOY A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts. —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There be none of Beauty's daughters/ With a magic like thee/ And like music on the waters/ Is thy sweet voice to me.

So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can. —Ralph Waldo Emerson PROLOGUE

I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women.

Although two senior Irish diplomats were in Switzerland at the time, neither attended Joyce's funeral, and the Irish government later declined Nora's offer to permit the repatriation of Joyce's remains. Nora, who had married Joyce in London in 1931, survived

We found a table. Nora said: She's pretty. If you like them like that. She grinned at me. You got types? Only you, darling - lanky brunettes with wicked jaws. And how about the red-head you wandered off with at Quinns' last night? That's silly, I said. She just wanted to show me some French etchings.

My side felt a lot better when Nora called me at noon the next day. My nice policeman wants to see you, she said. How do you feel? Terrible. I must've gone to bed sober. I pushed Asta out of the way and got up.

My very first role was when I was 2 1/2 years old; I was one of Nora's children in 'A Doll's House,' with my father playing Torvald.

Sounds awful. No, it's wonderful. And it's just for one year. Let's take a break. Blair's not here. she'll be back next year and we can jump back into the Christmas chaos, if that's what you want. Come on, Nora, please. We skip Christmas, save the money, and go splash in the Caribbean for ten days. How much will it cost? Three thousand bucks. So we save money? Absolutely. When do we leave? High noon, Christmas Day. They stared at each other for a long time.

As Nora had also said, "Nothing will change." She meant the Catholic Church and the Republicans, but—according to Em—the Republicans would get worse.

It's bullshit that those two had no known illnesses—they had sexual intolerance up the wazoo!" Nora was raving. "They had incurable hatred of sexual differences!" Nora shouted.