Quotes About Mouse

Maggie's limp, warm little body was emitting a barrage of some kind of subatomic particle that was making me drowsy. Probably sleepeons. Mouse snored a little, generating his own sleepeon field.

Mouse liked going places in the car. That the place had happened to be a clandestine meeting in a freaking graveyard didn't seem to spoil anything for him. It was all about the journey, not the destination. A very Zen soul, was Mouse.

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring except me and Mouse.

At the door to the hall, she switched off the lights, leaving the mouse in the shadows that, when the twilight whispered away on the evening breeze, would have what magic this world allowed

A mouse slid out from under his hat and scrambled down his sleeve, across his lap, and down to the floor. Nothing,' said Fenworth, 'should distract from a wizard's dignity.

I heard Molly say, 'Our Mouse is a hundred miles away.' But I wasn't as far away as that; I was in a dimly lit street somewhere in Hampstead.

Tracy's dad was setting in motion the forces that would give rise to essentially all of modern computing: time-sharing, personal computing, the mouse, graphical user interfaces, the explosion of creativity at Xerox PARC, the Internet—all of it.

Why, you mouse—you nasty cur. With goodness all around you—don't you dare suggest a thing like that! Why is your sorrow more refined than my sorrow?

Parents sleeping = You being quiet as a mouse. You sleeping = Parents decide to vacuum for 2 hours.

The bones of his hand reminded her of the skeleton of a baby field mouse that Della had once found. It was completely intact, missing only its future.

I love Mickey Mouse more than any woman I have ever known.

My mind is so serene but concentrated and I am watching it like a cat a mouse. I

A CHILD SPOKE ABOUT HIS FEAR, LONG AGO. IT RESEMBLED A little song: In the attic there's a beam that hits you on the head, there's a wind that bangs the shutters, there's a mouse that peeps out of the corner.

There's a mouse in here with me. He's sitting there in the light of the lamp, looking up at me. He seems as surprised to see me as I am to see him. There he goes. I can hear him still, scurrying about somewhere under the hayrick. I think he's gone now. I hope he comes back. I miss him already.

An intriguing mouse was Ms. Baird. Gabriel found himself interested, and he'd never before found a mouse interesting.

He really was a T-Rex, stomping through the company, chewing up people and spitting them out left, right, and center. But the T-Rex wasn't looking Charlotte's way, and that was fine with her. She'd just be a quiet, industrious little mouse in the corner, not worth bothering with but too useful to fire.

Twas the night before Halloween, and all through the house, all the creatures were stirring, except for the mouse. The monsters had gathered to plan and prepare, for the trick-or-treaters who soon would be there.

It has been a long transition from interacting with computers using a soldering iron to interacting using a mouse. It has been neither smooth nor planned.