Quotes About Spun

She spun a hundred-eighty degrees at the end of the passageway, landed like an acrobat beside the drum hatch. "The reason. Why something would attack us even if we didn't have anything it wanted." I read it off her: "If it wasn't attacking at all. If it was defending itself.

Well, you know, that was the worst of it - this suspicion of not being inhuman. It would come slowly to one. They howled and leaped, and spun, and made horrid faces; but what thrilled you was just the thought of their humanity - like yours - the thought of your remote kinship with this wild and passionate uproar.

Was it a camp? Daniel asked. Sean nodded. A naturist camp. Maya will feel right at home, Corey said from his spot on a wooden lawn chair. Daniel sputtered a laugh and Sean tried to hide his. Naturist, not naturalist, I said. It means nudist. Corey leaped up and spun. You mean old, naked butts sat on those chairs?

A soft poke at my shoulder blade startled me. Still jumpy, I see. I spun to see Simon, Derek hanging back behind him. Simon grinned, the sight as familiar as Derek's scowl. Got my note, I hear, he said. I pulled it out and waved it. He plucked it from my fingers and tucked it into my jacket pocket.

Drunk, pinwheel-eyed, briny-blooded, brainless, weightless—Celia and I spun through New York City that summer on currents of pure electricity. Instead of walking, we rocketed. There was no focus; there was just a constant search for the vivid . We missed nothing, but we also missed everything.

If journalism is the first draft of history, then talk radio provides an early glimpse into how the meaning of political events will be spun for ideological and partisan purposes.

She felt the essence of herself pulled finer and smaller like those streams of spun glass that pull and stretch till there remains but a glimmering illusion. Neither falling nor breaking, the stream spins finer. She felt herself very small and ecstatic. Alabama was in love.

So Craw had his fleece, his original fiber materials—him and Ben. They would be the alpaca and the merino wool, spun together

???? is the gods, ??????????? means they spun, ??????? is death, plague, destruction. Ruin. That's what the gods do, they spin threads of ruin through the fabric of our lives, all to make a song for generations to come.

No one is here, Char said. You need resist temptation no longer. Only if you slide too. I'll go first so I can catch you at the bottom. He flew down so incautiously that I suspected him of years of practice in his own castle. It was my turn. The ride was a dream, longer and steeper than the rail at home. The hall rose to meet me, and Char was there. He caught me and spun me around.

It makes me feel primitive, rooted, connected to the dirt of the earth and the light of the stars, a spun thread pulled across the span of generations.

It made me feel primitive, rooted, connected to the dirt of the earth and the light of the stars, a spun thread pulled across the span of generations.

I have a movie coming out called Spun, which will be at the Toronto Film Fest.

They walked back to Bosch's car in silence. Ballard guessed that they were both rethinking the scenario they had just spun, looking for holes in

Snow, tenderly caught by eddying breezes, swirled and spun in to and out of bright, lustrous shapes that gleamed against the emerald-blazoned black drape of sky and sparkled there for a moment, hanging, before settling gently to the soft, green-tufted plain with all the sickly sweetness of an over-written sentence.

each twist of the round spun deeper, because here, Bullet, here is where the world ends, every time.

The night draws to an end, the dream dims in the pale silver of awakening. Kruppe ceases, weary beyond reason. Sweat drips down the length of his ratty beard, his latest affectation. A bard sits, head bowed, and in a short time he will say thank you. But for now he must remain silent, and as for the other things he would say, they are between him and Kruppe and none other. Fisher sits, head bowed. While an Elder God weeps. The tale is spun. Spun out. Dance by limb, dance by word. Witness!

The creature spun, tumbling, then twisted round to face its attacker, rage blazing in its skull.

The chaos in my head spun itself into a silk of silence. I had distilled myself to the immediacy of hand, blade, blood, flesh.

Pecos's moniker came from the tall tales he spun about Delta team members and missions every time he downed a beer. The most legendary yarn was about Neil "the Sandman" Dalton.

I think Canadians are tired of politicians that are spun and scripted within an inch of their life, people who are too afraid of what a focus group might say about one comment or a political opponent might try to twist out of context, to actually say much of anything at all.

As for fairy tales, he understood that they were reflections of the people who had spun them, and were flecked with little truths - intrusions of reality into fantasy, like toast crumbs on a wizard's beard.

Congratulations? Martin's expression was like boiling milk. Congratulations? I will not permit my sister to marry such a rogue. Martin, darling. Juliana said, putting a gentle hand on her husband's arm, I completely understand your misgivings but I do think we should consider the matter calmly. Calmly! Martin spun around. I am not calm! I think we all realize that, dearest, Juliana said.

The basement was wet, dark and creepy! There were spiders and spider webs all over the place. The spider webs looked as though they had been spun years ago!