Quotes About Cookie

I would love to tell you that I don't worry about losing the weight after the baby is born, but I do try to think before I eat. The first cookie? Definitely! But I try to think about if I really want to do the extra sit-ups before I eat the second one.

IT was the time of day when Lake Eden residents decided it was too late for a breakfast cookie and too early for a lunch cookie.

Chomsky is a pencil-and-paper theoretician who wouldn't know Jabba the Hutt from the Cookie Monster

Which reminds me of a fortune cookie: you often find your destiny on the path you take to avoid it.

You're not mad?" "Because I had to go out in the rain, in the middle of the night, pull up the stakes on your tent, resecure it somewhere else so it would dry out, then cart your saddlebags over to Cookie's wagon, wake him up and then listen to him complain?

Billy, you got that there barbecue ready yet, boy?" "Yes, sir. Coals are hot and gray. You wanted them gray, didn't you, Cookie?" "What color gray?" There was a pause. "Sort of medium." "Huh." Cookie closed the back door and grinned at Zane. "I screw with him because he makes it so easy.

It was a store-bought sugar cookie. Not as good as Mamma's, of course. Mamma made hers with a secret ingredient- ricotta cheese- and thick, sweet icing. Now that was a cookie.

The treats she served were the stuff of dreams—-a buttery tart glistening with fresh fruit, a molasses cookie that made Margot almost swoon with pleasure when she sampled it, and tiny, decadent chocolate brownies and lemon bars.

Meet Bob... Bob is in this cage because he tried to steal my cookie. Haha Bob, Haha.

A full moon rose in the pale evening sky and glowed with a rich white inner light that brought to mind, but perfectly, the creamy inside of an Oreo cookie. (Eventually on the trail everything reminds you of food.)

Gideon opened his and read, "Prosperity will knock on your door soon." I snorted. Cary shot me a look. "I know, right? You snatched someone else's cookie, Cross." "He better not be anywhere near someone else's cookie," I said dryly. Reaching over, Gideon plucked half of mine out of my fingers. "Don't worry, angel. Your cookie is the only one I want.

Joe Hart has come in for a bit of criticism, but it's only because he's the England goalkeeper, and he's not got any competition. It's always been like that; it's just the way the English media works. Joe Hart is a tough cookie, and he won't listen to any of that.

Reckoner Super Plan for Killing Regalia... Step One: find Regalia, then totally explode her. Lots and Lots. Step Two: put Val on decaf. Step Three: Mizzy gets a cookie.

If bitterness wants to get into the act, I offer it a cookie or a gumdrop.

Everyone knows that if you eat a cookie, and the cookie next to it is broken, you're required to eat that broken cookie as well to keep the package looking clean.

I just don't know how to write a love letter. What can you say to a girl that shows you really like her?" "How about, enclosed please find a cookie?

I'm also staring at the fortune cookie. Its got a lot of blood on it and I shrug and say, as jovially as I can, Oh, you know me.

Last year, that Fischer idiot threw a black-and-white cookie at me, and I started to wonder if every principal exited this school with a ceremonial baked good fling.

Is there a cookie at the end of this lecture? ... I got a cookie after all ... Dear god, the cookie was poisoned.

Hey, ah, does anyone want a cookie or something? Oh yeah. A cookie. That would make everything better. Dunked in a shot of tequila , maybe? Or better yet, just the bottle? Yeah, that ought to do it.

And did anyone here bring me food? I'm famished." [Gregor's] fingers found a stray fortune cookie from the night before and he pulled it out. "Here," he said. Ripred reacted with exaggerated amazement. "Oh, heavens, is this whole thing for me?" "Look, I didn't even know --" Gregor began. "No, please. Don't apologize." Ripred's tongue darted out and flicked the cookie into his mouth. "Oh, yes, oh, my word," he raved as he chewed and swallowed. "I'm absolutely stuffed!

The smell of blood... it was on his breath. What does he do? I think. Drink it? I imagine him sipping it from a teacup. Dipping a cookie into the stuff and pulling it out dripping red.

Startled, she reached into the bag again. Another fortune cookie, another message: I MADE A BANDAGE BUT YOU EATED IT.

Hey, ah, does anyone want a cookie or something? Oh yeah. A cookie. That would make everything better. Dunked in a shot of tequila , maybe? Or better yet, just the bottle? Yeah, that ought to do it.