Quotes About Bag

the smell of Satan rose up out of the bag and surrounded my soul.

On the hot, fragrant afternoon of my graduation from college it seemed that good fortune was not merely latent but unavoidable, folded and in the bag.

I reach into my bag and I pull out my claw hammer.

Old radicals never changed. They just got law degrees and updated their bag of tricks.

He felt around desperately for a weapon. What did he have? Diapers? Cookies? Oh, why hadn't they given him a sword? He was the stupid warrior, wasn't he? His fingers dug in the leather bag and closed around the root beer can. Root beer! He yanked out the can shaking it with all his might. "Attack! Attack!" he yelled.

Little Red, Little Red, what's in the chip bag, Little Red? And in the same singsong voice I answered, Nothing at all, Nothing at all, Nothing at all but your grandpa's head.

I shove my reading matter back into my messenger bag (it's a novel about a private magician for hire in Chicago—your taxpayer pounds at work) and go to stand in the doorway.

reach into my travel bag and pull out my hacked Palm computer

She needed water, but it would take a tsunami to avert the hangover that awaited. She needed Advil, but she feared the red pills that she popped like M&M's at moments like this were distant. They were in the medicine bag in her own hotel room. In her own hotel.

Connor turned to Vanda. "I'll need to check yer bag, too." "I thought you'd never ask." Vanda tossed her bag onto the table. She was ready for him this time. He opened her silver evening bag. His eyes widened. She was quite proud that she'd managed to squeeze a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold, her back massager, and a bottle of Viagra into such a tiny handbag. She smiled sweetly. "Something wrong, Connor?

Unable to reach back to her book bag, she was reduced to reading the advertising cards above the heads of other passengers. One sign said 'Kiss warts and bunions goodbye.' Another ad was for Right to Life proponents. If you knew an unwed mother-to-be, there was a number where you could turn her in.

V sat back on his heels, crossed his arms, and continued to look down at the little bag of vampire. And what do you know. That infant sonofabitch glared right back at him. Vishous

Fritz, the doggen butler, presented him with a barf bag at exactly the right moment. A barf bag. A hospital-grade, bright-green barf bag. As

I must have, like, four different types of lip moisturizer in my bag!

My Gullah grandfather is bringing a bag of dust to a vampire war. I feel better.

That's just what I need," she muttered, digging around in her bag, "a depressed vampire.

I have a random array of ball markers in my bag and don't use any specific one. Many are the plastic kind you find at almost any golf course.

Elvis Costello had a brand new bag. He was a musician, but he knew all about the attitude part of it.

Normally if I met a guy who was unemployed and illiterate who hadn't bathed in a couple of weeks, I'd be standing in a puddle with excitement, but I'm sort of in a bad mood tonight, so take this bag and give me the fu**ing paper before I pop your head like a zit. He said, you're a lesbian, aren't you?

Alec dragged the heavy canvas bag out of the back of the van, dropping it on the sidewalk. "Ready to go." He announced. "Lets kick some demon butt!" Jace looked at him a little oddly. "You alright?

I must always, always have a box of Extra chewing gum in my bag because I have developed a terrible cheek-chewing compulsion. It's not only uncomfortable, but I look really weird when I'm doing it, and chewing gum is the only way I can stop myself.

Nonni's Biscotti Bites fit perfectly in my camera bag for a spontaneous break between photo shoots.

In restaurants in my Brooklyn neighborhood, I always ask for a doggie bag to bring the leftovers home.

Bag of Mice I dreamt your suicide note was scrawled in pencil on a brown paperbag, & in the bag were six baby mice. The bag opened into darkness, smoldering from the top down. The mice, huddled at the bottom, scurried the bag across a shorn field. I stood over it & as the burning reached each carbon letter of what you'd written your voice released into the night like a song, & the mice grew wilder.