Quotes About Quinn

There was a film that really affected me, 'La Strada' by Fellini, where Anthony Quinn and Giulietta Masina travel around on his little motorcycle thing.

Reluctantly he turned to Ramsay. "Jillian, I'd like you to meet--" Ramsay Logan," Ramsay interrupted, thrusting himself forward. "Chieftan of the largest keep in the Highlands and--" "My ass, you are." Quinn snorted. "The Logan scarcely has a pot to"--he broke off and cleared his throat--"cook in.

Put your slippers on, lass. You'll catch a chill." Jillian glared at him. Quinn moved to her side and offered his arm for her to lean on while she donned her slippers. "He's right. The stones are cold, lass. As to the why of it, your da summoned us to look after Caithness in his absence, Jillian." "Really?" Jillian said sweetly, adding "liar" to the list of nasty names she was calling men in the privacy of her thoughts.

So"--he gestured impatiently--"when will you marry him?" "Who?" She seethed, plucking at the folds of her gown. Clouds passed over the moon, momentarily obscuring him from her view. His eerily disembodied voice was mildly reproaching. "Try to follow the conversation, lass. Quinn." "By Odin's shaft--" "Spear," he corrected with a hint of amusement in his voice.

By the time George Bush ran against Michael Dukakis, Quinn was a different man, a practicing physician and a dedicated citizen who, knowing that he was going to be out of town for that election, had dutifully filed an absentee ballot.

Trying to figure out how to keep Sierra from breaking up with him. "At least I have a gun," Sam said. His Remington rifle, which he kept in his trunk next to his police bag. Just in case. Because bear or not, living in the shadow of Glacier National Park, Sam knew to expect trouble. "Did you find her?" The voice ricocheted up the path and Sam turned. Grimaced. The frantic and desperate Quinn Starr, aka Romeo. About seventeen, with dark brown hair chopped

His life was a festival of excess that could not be contained. Deafening music, eye-popping bright colors, sugar added to almost everything he ate. Quinn's life was a bullet in a barrel ready to explode.

Quinn had also been there, attempting to demonstrate to her the incredible ennui that accompanied immortal existence.

Salt Spring Island is a jewel, Quinn," Paul said. "A real jewel. Right up your alley. There's cycling, hiking, scuba diving—and great fishing. No problem for you to occupy yourself.

Is your dog in a coma? Quinn asked when the dog didn't move a muscle. No. Lump leads an active and demanding internal life that requires long periods of rest.

I think, certainly in the more civilized societies, women's roles are growing in power all of the time.

No undesirable behavior has ever been eliminated by passing a law against it.

To a mind ready for mythology, he was the beginning of what is meant by godlike.

Quinn came over to refill his glass. He looked towards the bedroom door. Where'd you find the little blonde? Used to bounce it on my knee. Which knew? he asked. Could I touch it?

Isn't that an odd philosophy for a vampire?

In fact, I think you're a genius, Quinn. And I think I'm a genius for picking you." "Revisionist history. You didn't pick me. I inserted myself into your sordid plan." Lori grinned. "Right again. You are a genius at inserting yourself, Quinn Jennings.

Quinn is a variant of Quentin, it also derives from the Latin quintus, which means "fifth

Hope is a perilous thing, Quinn.