Quotes About Sticky

I finished grating a root and dropped the stub into a jar on the desk. Bloodroot is aptly named; the scientific name is Sanguinaria, and the juice is red, acrid, and sticky. The bowl in my lap was full of oozy, moist shavings, and my hands looked as though I had been disemboweling small animals.

take some attention, aye?" He drew the sticky tip

Ms. Leakey and Mr. Granite hugged each other. They had a hard time separating after that because they were covered with glue. Everybody laughed.

It was a hot sticky night in Barcelona and all the good whores had the summer flu.

On Earth, we'd just use glue, but here the only fluid was helium, which has lots of interesting properties, but is definitely not sticky.

Hope is like a giant soap bubble, and you roll around inside it, smiling while it deflates, slowly, cruelly, until you're walking around with this sticky consistency, wrapped across your flesh.

Clever is getting out of a sticky situation, wise is not getting into a sticky situation, you may not always be clever enough.

It's a marriage of convenience. Temporarily, so long as our interests coincide, however long it takes to dispose of that mob of petit blancs at Port-au-Prince. Afterward,' he waved his sticky fingers airily, 'everything will return to the way it was before.

The flies have conquered the flypaper

Racism here is sour and sticky, but it goes down so smooth that you're tempted to be racist with a Jamaican just to see if they would even get it.

Hanging upside down above them was a fat, frog-faced creature. Its head and feet were amphibious, with slimy, bumpy skin and a puffed, bulbous pouch under its lower lip, but it had the arms, legs, and body of a human being. It was the creature's long sticky green tongue

It was a hot, moist armpit of a night...

sticky peanut butter

I felt as if I was trying to think through syrup.

She was indeed a girl of exquisite beauty. She was one of those languid women made of dark honey smooth and sweet and terribly sticky.

The only options I have are a four fingered shuffle and an aging vibrator whose batteries, the last time I looked, were leaking a sticky liquid. I long to do the same." Time Was by Paul Adams

In a minivan, you're fooling no one. You're on your way to Gymboree, the side compartments are stuffed with diaper wipes, and the interior is all sticky with apple juice. You know what? You're not Indiana Jones; you're a dad.