Quotes About Leather

I mean it. Stop laughin'. How'm I gonna be able to surprise anybody with skunk smell all over me? It'll probably never come out of my leather vest or my hat. Dumb animal just ruined my chance of sneak—" He broke off, clamping his jaw tight.

I don't want to look at other people my age in leather. Why would I put it on?

a rival line, on his small beginnings out at the dam. Even his tools should be of wood and leather and gut, materials the insects would eat when one day he no longer needed them.

Okay. Right. Horror meets romance meets erotica meets fantasy meets hip hop. Throw in some leather and some Miami Ink shit, stir with a baseball bat and a tire iron, sprinkle on some baby powder, and serve over a hot bed of Holy-Mary-mother-of-God-this-has-to-work-or-I'm-going-to-be-a-lawyer-for-the-rest-of-my-natural-life. No problem. (J.R. Ward on the elements of writing the Black Dagger Brotherhood)

Tell me something,boys. Do you wear that leather to turn each other on? I mean, is it a dick thing with you all?

Wrath walked over to the closet and looked throught the clothes. He took out a black long-sleeved shirt, a pair of leather pants, and --jeez, what was this? Oh, not fucking likely. He was not going to fight in BVDs. He'd go commando before he got cought dead inthose things.

He went over to the leathers and picked them up. Nice Catholic boy like him didn't know much about BDSM, but it looked like he was going to learn firsthand. Taking out his cellphone, he hit V, but didn't expect an answer. He guessed GPS was going to have to come in handy once again.

Tell me something, boys, he drawled. Do you wear that leather to turn each other on? I mean, is it a dick thing with you all?

Screamer's was packed tonight, full of women wearing leather and men who looked like they had advanced degrees in violent crime. Darius and his companion fit right in. Except they actually were killers.

between the hangover and the damage from that right hook of his roommate's, he had about all he wanted to handle. "Can I get you some Motrin or some shit?" V asked. "You really do feel bad, huh." "I didn't enjoy that." "Because I wasn't in a leather thong?" V laughed in a crack.

Oh, man, he was colossal. If her apartment was small to begin with, he turned it into a shoe box. And all that black leather just seemed to make him bigger. He had to be six-feet-six, two seventy-five at least.

Wrath was six feet, six inches of pure terror dressed in leather. His hair was long and black, falling straight from a widow's peak. Wraparound glasses hid eyes that no one had ever seen revealed. Shoulders twice the size of most males'. With a face that was both aristocratic and brutal, he looked like the king he was by birthright and the soldier he'd become by destiny.

I once owned a really, really ugly pair of white leather boots. They were so bad. It was back in the '80s! It was just a really tacky fashion choice when I was in middle school, and I thought it was cool. I'm really embarrassed.

Suddenly Guy appeared in the doorway. Emma was surprised to see he had his jacket on, a black leather biker-style one he wore with the self-consciousness of a girl in her first pre-teen bra.

The book-lined room was redolent of beeswax and old leather books, spilt whiskey on ancient woolen carpets, and whiffs of woodsmoke from fires long gone cold.

I'm told leather drives men up the wall. I like wearing it because it because it feels nice.

He was a tiny guy, deeply embedded in a leather chair, like a mouse in a baseball mitt.

I announced to Kate, who was still wearing her scarf over her face, "I want to be a warlord." No reply. "But I want to ride a white Arabian stallion. Not a Toyota." "The only leather that's ever come in contact with your ass is your La-Z-Boy.

Very tight. Very leather.

There's so many ways of making product design easier, more efficient, quicker. People are now taking DNA from cows and growing leather. The implications of that, in what it has from a grain standpoint, are enormous.

When I was a little girl, my favorite television show starred Roy Rogers and Dale Evans- the queen of the cowgirls." Mrs. Coley explained. "Dale wore a fancy fringed leather skirt and rode a buckskin horse named Buttermilk........... "Thank heavens for Dale Evans," she said with a sigh.

Jake's Shoshone black hair had grown long enough that he wore it tied off with leather, once more.

He smelled of rain and leather, of green grass and rich earth. Of Talamh, she realized. He smelled of magick.

Besides, I loved the sound of the gallop. On mornings, before the races, I would walk down among the stalls and breathe in all the scents of the hay and the soap and the saddle leather.