Quotes About Briefcase

I sent away to America for 'The Inside Secrets of Wrestling' that Percy Pringle and Dennis Brent wrote, and Volume 1 told me to keep kayfabe of the book. So I used to keep it in a briefcase, and I'd go to school every day, and everyone would talk about wrestling, and they didn't know what was going on, but I knew what was going on.

You don't need an MBA, a certificate, a fancy suit, a briefcase, or an above-average tolerance for risk. You just need an idea, a touch of confidence, and a push to get started.

I had a briefcase at one point, but it was a kind of 1980s New Wave briefcase. It was made of some kind of cardboard and it had metal hinges. It was kind of faux industrial looking, and I used to carry my books in it rather than a backpack. I didn't want to have normal student accoutrements.

Let's face it, a lot of people think Nixon is dull. Think he's a bore, a pain in the ass. They look at him as the kind of kid who always carried a bookbag. Who was forty-two years old the day he was born. They figure other kids got footballs for Christmas, Nixon got a briefcase and he loved it. He'd always have his homework done and he'd never let you copy.

The woman bent decorously at the knees and laid her briefcase and her stack of papers on the floor. Ratcliffe took a step forward and said, "You three were brought here under false pretenses, obviously. But we didn't want a lot of fanfare. A little misdirection was better. We want to avoid attention, if we can. At least at the beginning." And

A woman officer," I said. "Maybe fairly senior. Someone with permanent access to her own Humvee. Nobody signs out a pool vehicle for an assignation like that. And she's got his briefcase. She must have.

Thirty—the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair.

I think I won the Feast or Fired briefcase every time I was in the match.

My wife made me get a cellphone, which I keep in my briefcase. I've never used it.

A lawyer with his briefcase can steal more than a hundred men with guns.

Thomas Wazhashk removed his thermos from his armpit and set it on the steel deck alongside his scuffed briefcase.

A bunch of thieves goes to culprit chief who is himself responsible for the people's pain & grief and they do dramatic stiff protest and plead to him only to remove restrictions and give relief to common people. Once all drama of agitation got over and after a few weeks, ordinary mass got nothing, but those thugs got from him a brief case full of green leaf and prized position in politics

I had fantasies of being a European lawyer, but I quickly realised I probably just had fantasies of wearing a raincoat and carrying a briefcase and driving a BMW. I thought that would be cool.

A lawyer with a briefcase can steal more than a thousand men with guns.

A lawyer with his briefcase can steal more than a hundred men with guns.

The worst thing about being a freelance film director is that you're scrambling around Soho with a briefcase, looking for somewhere to make phone calls. That was my position for 10 years.

Looking at him, nobody would ever have imagined that inside his briefcase were the bones of Jorge Eliecer Gaitan. Sometimes I went with him, a boy hand in hand with his father, and my father would then have a living boy in one hand and a briefcase of dead bones in the other. Bones, furthermore, for which anyone would have killed right there.

dogs sharing an interest in a spillage (I imagine the dogs are called Zak Briefcase and Lengthy Parsnips).

Cowles sat next to him. Upon his lap was a soft, leather briefcase. Inside, his left hand was wrapped around the butt of a suppressed 9mm Springfield XD pistol. Harvath had made it perfectly clear that if Hanjour tried anything at all, Cowles would shoot him in the genitals or the stomach, neither of which was a good way to die

I remember a blue eye, A briefcase of tangerines.

She sits before me, sullen but hopeful, characterless, about to dissolve into tears. I squeeze her hand back, moved, no, touched by her ignorance of evil. She has one more test to pass. Do you own a briefcase?" I ask her, swallowing.

The man seemed to realize that he was being watched. He looked up and gazed incuriously at them for a moment. Then he reached for a brief-case on the chair beside him, extracted a newspaper and started to read it, his elbows propped up on the table.

COMMISSAR ILLYA RUTKIN TUCKED his briefcase under his arm, adjusted his goatskin gloves, pulled down his fur hat to cover his ears and tightened the scarf over his mouth before opening the door of the wooden house and stepping out into the Siberian morning.

didn't look at her again—probably to avoid the permanent look of resentment now etched upon her face, a look Zoe tried impossibly to hide. That morning, however, as he tossed the briefcase into the backseat of his car, what it might contain, or how much he'd spent for the damned thing, was the furthest thing from Zoe's mind. The instant he was out of the driveway,