Quotes About Nasty

He was seemingly born not only with a gift for language, but with a particularly nasty clock which makes him go crazy every three years or so.

No, really, " I said. "Now that we know that Flores is really this nasty, fiery, superpowerful nothing-can-kill-me demon from hell, maybe we should consider just giving Christy to him?

Jason smiled and took a sip of his coke before responding. "I'm not sure how to reply to that. I thought about just giving you a nasty look. But I see you already have one.

Mr. McGregor's a nasty piece of work, isn't he? Quite the Darth Vader of children's literature.

I'll do shoes for the lady who lunches, but it would be, like, a really nasty lunch, talking about men. But where I draw the line, what I absolutely won't do, is the lady who plays bridge in the afternoon!

We'll be right on the bayou." Parker nodded, deadpan. "Alligators and water moccasins, up close and personal." "Oh, Parker, for heaven's sake. Don't listen to him, Miranda. I've never seen any nasty things around there." "Except for Roo," Parker added. "She can be pretty nasty.

Throwing down your staff may sound like a sign of surrender, but in Egyptian magic, it's bad news. It usually means, 'Hey, I'm going to summon a big nasty thing to kill you while I stand safely inside my circle and laugh'.

You're going to be fearfully unhappy,' he said. He was trying to be nasty to her, but the attempt was a failure, for she could hear compassion in his voice. 'Yes, I am,' she said. 'Would you at least . . . at least say you respect me for my decision?' 'No,' he said without hesitation. 'I don't. I despise you for it.

Herpes B is a very rare infection in humans but a nasty one, with a case fatality rate of almost 70 percent among those few dozen people infected during the twentieth century (before recent breakthroughs in antiviral pharmaceutics) and almost 50 percent even since then. When

All the things that made us basically nasty, rapacious, competitive as a species are not necessarily hard-coded into whatever passes for the DNA of artificial intelligence.

Kindness Day? Kindness Day? Do you suppose if we were kind and enthusiastic for centuries uninterruptedly, that someone would create 'Nasty, Indifferent Day'?

Sit back down—and for God's sake quit trying to be as nasty as I am; you don't have my years of practice.

Stone touched the air with the tip of his chopstick as if he was dotting an i with a quill pen. "Your talker there, he's Sang Ki Park. He doesn't run the gang. That would be his uncle, Young Min Park. Sang is the second in command. They're Ssang Yong Pa—the Double Dragon gang—straight out of the R-O-K. Hard-core and nasty." ROK was the Republic of Korea. I

Rachel, my itchy witch, Al said as he tugged the lace at his cuffs. We've talked about this. You simply must stop collecting nasty little men. How many do you really need, love?

And don't try to sell me any crap about the kindly demon. I know three of you now, and you are all evil, insane, or just plain nasty.

There might be a charm in the black arts section of the library, but black earth magic used nasty ingredients—like indispensable people parts—and I wasn't going to go there.

I'm not a hopeless romantic. I'm quite the reverse. I'm a nasty piece of work, an ego maniac.

The life of a journalist is poor, nasty, brutish, and short. So is his style

Cosmo was halfway through a particularly nasty dream involving two Parasites, Ziplock, and a hair dryer

Now, my little leech, do your nasty work for Aunt Opal, and I will reward you by squeezing your innards into a bucket." He sighed. "Why are all my best lines wasted on annelids?

Thomas More: Will, I'd trust you with my life. But not your principles. You see, we speak of being anchored to our principles. But if the weather turns nasty you up with an anchor and let it down where there's less wind, and the fishing's better. And "Look," we say, "look, I'm anchored! To my principles!

Sir," the clerk said, "you choose to be disagreeable." "Nasty is the word you were looking for. I've changed my mind about the typewriter. But let me compliment you on your command of English.

Crack, crack—crack, crack—crack, crack—so this is Paris! quoth I (continuing in the same mood)—and this is Paris!—humph!—Paris! cried I, repeating the name the third time— The first, the finest, the most brilliant— —The streets however are nasty; But it looks, I suppose, better than it smells—crack, crack—crack, crack—

This is an uglynasty Momside. She bought a book about it. Tough love. Sour sugar. Barbed velvet. Silent talk.