Quotes About Blond

town of River Heights, frequently discussed puzzling aspects of cases with his blond, blue-eyed daughter.

Hey, our hair's the same color, I said, eyeing us side by side in the mirror. Sure is, Girlfriend. Eric grinned at me. But are you blond all the way down? Don't you wish you knew? Yes, he said simply. Well, you'll just have to wonder. I am, he said. Blond everywhere, I could tell as much from your chest hair. He raised my arm to check my armpit. You silly women, shaving your body hair, He said, dropping my arm.

Snow, here? Eric was as delighted as a child. I love snow! Why was I not surprised? Maybe we will get snowed in together, he said suggestively, waggling his blond eyebrows.

She was blond as hell, wearing a lot of black.

Another blond boy came tearing from the opposite direction. "Can't find Smith. But I see you found my cupcake." "Mine," Cole snapped. Uh, was the cupcake supposed to be me? Because it was a weird nickname for a supposed enemy.

The door in the far wall slid open and Arland strode through it. She saw his handsome face, framed with a mane of blond hair. His blue eyes found her. He grinned. Her heart skipped a beat. Damn it.

Indiana was such a devout disciple of Shakti that she had once considered taking her name until her father, Blake Jackson, managed to convince her that a Hindu goddess's name was not appropriate for a tall, voluptuous blond American with the looks of an inflatable doll.

I wear glasses, have a big scar, I sing loud, and I am blond. I'm sorry!

The most famous actress who did the 'dumb blond' routine was Marilyn Monroe, but she was a genius actress.

Then, walking across the room, hips swaying, blond hair flowing as if in a shampoo commercial, came Joe's date. Tall. Skinny. Big boobs despite the skinniness, their cantaloupe-like roundness announcing them as store-bought

Voltaire… A true Aryan must be blond like Hitler, slender like Göring, tall like Goebbels, young like Pétain, and honest like Laval.

He knitted his blond eyebrows. "You see how great the menace is? At this rate there will not be a Negro in the country in ten years, for you must remember that the rate is increasing every day as new sanitariums are opened.

Larry was designed by Providence to go through life like a small, blond firework, exploding ideas in other people's minds, and then curling up with catlike unctuousness and refusing to take any blame for the consequences.

Chad is a slim blond boy with a strange witch-doctor face that goes with his interest in anthropology and prehistory Indians, His nose beaks softly and almost creamily under a golden flare of hair; he has the beauty and grace of a Western hotshot who's danced in roadhouses and played a little football. A quavering twang comes out when he speaks.

Now before we do any digging around in that blond head of yours to find out the truth, I suggest you cool your temper. And I know just where you can do that best." Jace blinked. "Are you sending me to my room?

A sarcastic blond genie with a bad attitude.

But I don't believe I see Valentine Morgenstern. I hear he has charisma enough to draw birds out of trees and convince them to live under the sea, is tall, devastatingly handsome, and has white-blond hair. None of you fits that discription." Magnus paused. "And you don't have white-blonde hair either.

If, in monotheism, God is man, man is God. Why does God look suspiciously like the ruling class? Why is Jesus, a Jewish guy from the Middle East, blond and blue-eyed? There

If, in monotheism, God is man, man is God. Why does God look suspiciously like the ruling class? Why is Jesus, a Jewish guy from the Middle East, blond and blue-eyed?

Maybe it's because I'm short and blond, but people have really underestimated me.

Football season: The only time of the year when a man can walk down the street with a blond on one arm and a blanket on the other without encountering raised eyebrows.

You look like Eidolon," she said quietly. "But you're so different." He grunted. "All Seminus demons are nearly identical to their siblings, but our behavior varies because we're raised by different species." "But . . . Wraith. He's blond." "Bleached." "His eyes are blue." "That's because they aren't his." "They aren't his eyes?"

she had offered some B-movie about a snake, in which Jennifer Lopez and Ice Cube emerge heroic, yet all their efforts center on helping the injured blond hero, just as Sigourney Weaver had battled aliens to save a similarly comatose white male.

Oh," I said. I felt like I'd just swallowed a boot: sick and lumpy. "Are you okay?" the blond kid asked me. "You look like you just swallowed a boot.