Quotes About Amelia

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Had anyone ever entertained the possibility that Sylvia was schizophrenic? If God spoke to Amelia she would presume she had gone insane.

What was her idea?" I ask, my voice like ice. "For Amelia's heir to marry the prince. Your mother was the one who first thought of this solution... The only problem is... well... we got the heir wrong.

The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus by Amelia C. Houghton Yesterday's Classics Chapel Hill, North Carolina

You... you're--' 'A virgin?' Jonah's voice cracked in the middle of that hated word. 'Holy fucking merciful Christ giving Peter a blow job.' 'Jesus,' Jonah breathed. 'Came first?' Amelia said, popping out of the ladies' room with impeccable timing. 'God, Ethan, that was the best blasphemy ever!'

Came first?" Amelia said, popping out of the ladies' room with impeccable timing. "God, Ethan, that was the best blasphemy ever!

Poirot?' Amelia held up the dog, a jet black ball of fur with a pointed muzzle. 'My little Belgian Schipperke, Poirot.' On cue, the dog yapped at him. He laughed. 'Does Agatha know that you've named him after her detective?' 'Of course she does, and she thinks it a positive hoot.

I guess I love mischief as much as Amelia Bedelia. I simply enjoy laughing at life.

There was a certain history to this. While heavily pregnant with Amelia, she had asked him if she was radiant or if she just looked like a waddling duck. He told her she'd looked like a radiant duck. This had not been the correct answer.

Amelia, do meet my cousin. Your cousin? Indeed. He might be the duke. Then who are you? Excellent question.

She had curly brown hair and there was something about her striking features that flickered a lightbulb in Ivar's memory but didn't turn it on. "Do you speak English?" she asked. Ivar felt a surge of relief. "Yes!" The woman smiled. "American?" "Yes!" "Excellent." The woman extended her hand. "Welcome to the Space Between. I'm Amelia Earhart.

Bookstores attract the right kind of folk. Good people like A.J. and Amelia. And I like talking about books with people who like talking about books. I like paper. I like how it feels, and I like the feel of a book in my back pocket. I like how a new book smells, too.

Still, Amelia had not allowed herself to be certain until dessert, when she'd asked him about the book that had had the greatest influence on his life, and he'd replied Principles of Accounting, Part II.

That spring, Amelia takes Maya to the drugstore and lets her choose any polish color she likes. "How do you pick?" Maya says. "Sometimes I ask myself how I'm feeling," Amelia says. "Sometimes I ask myself how I'd like to be feeling.

Her mother likes to say that novels have ruined Amelia for real men.

Amelia the bright-sider believes it is better to be alone than to be with someone who doesn't share your sensibilities and interests. (It is, right?) Her mother likes to say that novels have ruined Amelia for real men.

thinks she should have met someone by now. And yet . . . Amelia the bright-sider believes it is better to be alone than to be with someone who doesn't share your sensibilities and interests. (It is, right?) Her mother likes to say that novels have ruined Amelia for real men. This observation insults Amelia because it implies that she only reads

On the ferry from Hyannis to Alice Island, Amelia Loman paints her nails yellow and, while waiting for them to dry, skims her predecessor's notes. "Island Books, approximately $250,000.00 per annum in sales, the better portion of that in the summer months to folks on holiday

Nice is such a toothless word. Do you want to have your gravestone say, 'Here lies Amelia. She was nice'? Come, come." "I suppose not.

The Doctor: Just had a fall. All the way down there, right to the library. Heck of a climb back up. Amelia: You're soaking wet. The Doctor: I was in the swimming pool. Amelia: You said you were in the library. The Doctor: So was the swimming pool.

Amelia was sitting on the pavement in her lawn chair, a glass of wine in her hand. When we emerged, she set the glass down very carefully on the ground and then looked us over from head to toe. 'Okay, don't know how to react,' she said, finally.

Who's Thyrza?" Molly asked. "What? Oh, some World War II femme fatale. Amelia Beauregard's boyfriend ran away with her." "That was my grandmother's name.

Roz to Amelia (the house ghost): How considerate of you, after trying to kill me, to see that I don't catch a cold.

So much of it made sense, and yet so much didn't. Amelia Lopes had been with Alicia and Natalie at the beginning of their trip to Rio. She would have had time to learn their identities and set up the kidnapping.