Quotes About Wallet

I carried a second card in my wallet that contained yet another literary masterpiece, to wit: Closing deals is so much trash, If you, my friend, don't get no cash.

The sort of wallet that molds itself tight around the stuff crammed inside.

he had his gun and his wallet which, he decided, was all you really needed to get by in America.

I have a lovely light blue Kate Spade wallet. It has pockets for many credit cards, business cards, health insurance cards, and a Burke Williams card for when I want to go to the spa!

You know about innards? The trick they play on tramps in the country? They stuff an old wallet with putrid chicken innards. Well, take it from me, a man is just like that, except that he's fatter and hungrier and can move around, and inside there's a dream.

Historians rewrite the truth every day. What interests us is the truth that gets the reader to reach for his wallet

Believe in truth. To abandon facts is to abandon freedom. If nothing is true, then no one can criticize power, because there is no basis upon which to do so. If nothing is true, then all is spectacle. The biggest wallet pays for the most blinding lights.

I actually carry a little picture of a wolf in my wallet, rather like people carry a picture of their kids. The reason I do that is to remind myself why I'm doing this, to remind myself of the story.

By being customer-focused instead of retail-focused, or factory-focused, a manufacturer or merchant can widely increase its offerings, thus increasing share of wallet.

I pulled my wallet out and placed it on the bar, trying not to inhale as her scent wrapped around me. How had I not recognized it earlier? It was so strong, so sweet and familiar. So Clare. I breathed in slowly; she smelled like home.... Uh-oh, I'm in big trouble.

Vane pulled out his wallet and handed several hundred dollar bills to Henri. Do me a favor. That guy downstairs Taylor. Give him the worst table in the house. Henri's eyes danced with amusement. For you, Mr. Kattalakis, anything. Vane took his seat as Henri walked off. That was so bad of you, she said with a coy smile. Do you want me to take it back? Hardly. I was merely pointing out that it was bad. What can I say? I'm just a big bad wolf.

America is sick about health: America, where strokes and heart attacks come with a price tag, and where the doctors carry on like slum landlords or war profiteers. And Americans admire it—this triage of the wallet.

I love her handbag. Inside are papers and her wallet and cigarettes and at the bottom, where she never looks, there is loose change, loose mints, specs of tobacco from her cigarettes. Sometimes I bring the bag to my face, open it and inhale as deeply as I can.

If they bulge in the brain or anywhere else of interest, the wallet is a good alternate location. And I should know.

Those pieces of paper, which should have been gold, are a token of honor—your claim upon the energy of the men who produce. Your wallet is your statement of hope that somewhere in the world around you there are men who will not default on that moral principle which is the root of money. Is this what you consider evil?

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My youngest brother had a wonderful schtick from some time in high school, through to graduating medicine. He had a card in his wallet that read, 'If I am found with amnesia, please give me the following books to read …' And it listed half a dozen books where he longed to recapture that first glorious sense of needing to find out 'what happens next' … the feeling that keeps you up half the night. The feeling that comes before the plot's been learned.

The adrenaline rush began to taper off, allowing a nauseating level of pain to flow through his body. Eventually—Simon had no idea how much time had passed—Hayes and a tall white cop with the nametag WHITE hoisted him up and drag-walked him to a squad car. When he was in the backseat, White took the driver's side, Hayes the passenger. Hayes, who had his wallet in her hand, turned around and said, "So what happened, Mr. Greene?

Says here there's a reward," Mr. Hooks said. Tallie blinked, then remembered Keith had added that tidbit for incentive. She opened her purse and scrutinized the contents of her slim wallet--twelve dollars and a book of stamps. She handed over the ten and the stamps, then tossed in a free drink coupon from Starbucks. "Thanks." Then she turned and fled.

Whenever you hear the consensus of scientists agrees on something or other, reach for your wallet, because you're being had.

way clean over in Nebraska. He'd even showed her the pictures in his wallet of his kids, two little boys in baseball uniforms, Bobby and Billy. So no matter how many times her father asked who the man

That had been his secret Indian Trick to hunting, back then: to not hunt. The same way you never find your wallet when you're actually looking for it. Just, keep a rifle with you.

I never understood how men could remember all those details about sports but, yet, were incapable of remembering where they set their car keys or wallet.

Pride tells me to give it back, but common sense tells pride to shut up, have a joint and relax. I shrug and put the note into my wallet.