Quotes About Dirk

The insurance companies involved had all claimed that this was, by any reasonable standards, an act of God. But, Dirk had argued, which god? Britain was constitutionally a Christian monotheistic state, and therefore any "act of God" defined in a legal document must refer to the Anglican chap in the stained glass and not to some polytheistic thug from Norway.

Dirk nearly exploded with pain and howled so loudly that he almost attracted the attention of a waiter.

But it was the chance carelessness of it which particularly appealed to Dirk because words used carelessly, as if they did not matter in any serious way, often allowed otherwise well-guarded truths to seep through.

Stanley wasn't a good downpour. Nothing wrong with a good downpour for clearing the air. Stanley was the sort of thing you needed a good downpour to clear the air of. Stanley was muggy, close, and oppressive, like someone large and sweaty pressed up against you in a tube train. Stanley didn't rain, but every so often he dribbled on you. Dirk

Svlad Cjelli. Popularly known as Dirk, though, again, "popular" was hardly right. Notorious, certainly; sought after, endlessly speculated about, those too were true. But popular? Only in the sense that a serious accident on the motorway might be popular—everyone slows down to have a good look, but no one will get too close to the flames. Infamous was more like it. Svlad Cjelli, infamously known as Dirk.

The theology of this seemed a little confused, reflected Dirk, but what was one tiny extra droplet of misinformation in such a raging torrent?

I had to explain to them that the Bastard does not ever execute unrepentant sinners with a dirk, nor a large hammer.

I'm consumed with curiosity because if I know Dirk, he probably sent his family a two-tine note—I'm getting married. I'll be there in a week,—and no further explanation whatsoever. Skif laughed, and admitted that that was just about what Dirk had written, word for word.

I love being around Dirk. Off the court, he is hilarious. Like, one of the funniest dudes I've ever been around and I don't think people realize because, you know, they see him on the court as an absolute killer.

how lucky she was to have Dirk for a date

Dirk is like the German Moses, invincible and inspiring. That is why 'His Name Is Dirk' must be the Official Fan Song for Dirk Nowitzki.

I am very abnormal... But it wasnt very long ago that I wasnt so abnormal. I was very normal and headed for a lifetime of paying medical bills as proof of my normalcy.

We are all vegetarians here, and except for a mountain lion that's been hanging around and killed our dog, we don't have a care in the world.

As they exited the conference room, Summer tugged at Dirk's elbow. "So what did the data from Perlmutter cost you?" she chided, knowing the gourmet historian's penchant for culinary blackmail. "Nothing much. Just a jar of pickled sea urchins and an eighty-year-old bottle of sake." "You found those in Washington, D.C.?" Dirk gave his sister a pleading look of helplessness. "Well," she laughed, "we do have six more hours in port.

I bent to pick up the dirk. "Serve you right if I did," I remarked. "Cocky bastard." The grin visible beneath the crook of his arm widened still further. "Sassenach?" I stopped, dirk still in my hand. "What?" "I'll die a happy man.

The grin visible beneath the crook of his arm widened still further. "Sassenach?" I stopped, dirk still in my hand. "What?" "I'll die a happy man.

Then we'd have to go to Dirk School, which is a school for dorks on the other side of town.