Quotes About Jack

She threatened him with dire consequences if he got all puffed up and studly about this. It was easy for him to take it in stride—exactly how many eight-pound babies had he pushed out? And if he joked about this even once, she was going to make him pay. Perhaps for life. Jack

Jack had some premonitions. His patience was going to be severely tested for the next several months. He was not going to be having much sex. John Stone, her OB, was going to think this was hilarious. He might have to kill John. "Well,

The yacht kids had left us their bag of marshmallows. Pastel colors but full-sized, a rare combo. Jack was delighted. He roasted six at a time, his fingers getting so gooey I had to wash them for him in the lapping tidewater when he was done eating.

My character Jack in the New York Spring Spectacular is a lot of fun. He's playful, he's full of life. He can make things come to life. He can make things happen.

When my daughter, Clare, was 4, she told me that a school friend had told her what I did for a living. Clare asked me, 'Is it true you play Jack Rabbit?'

Radio was my friend after 'Jack & Diane' and 'Hurts So Good.'

I am the opposite of a snob." Jack laughed a long time. "You think being a reverse snob is not being a snob? Olive, you're a snob.

It was the sudden memory of Jane Houlton in the waiting room that caused Olive to walk to the bed—the freedom of that ordinary banter, because Jack, in the doctor's office, had needed her, had given her a place in the world.

Around Jack (Kerouac) there circulated a palpable aura of fame and death.

We must be conventional, Jack, or we are so cruelly, so vilely misunderstood. Even you, who are a man, cannot say what you think without being misunderstood and vilified

It was also wonderful to have the prospect of playing with Jack Nicholson. It was a terrific part, a terrific script, with Alexander Payne and Jack Nicholson. You can't get any better than that!

Tell Jack that after he finishs saving the universe again, he has to take out the trash in the kitchen. -Rosalind Kirby, one day in 1971

I have never in my whole life asked for an autograph. It seems a little ... unnecessary.

Sanctuaries directories authored by Jack and Marcia Kelly, a husband-and-wife

I do have friends in Australia who now refer to me as 'Hollywood Jack.'

I hate giving advice, because people won't take it.

I can no longer sit back and allow Communist infiltration, Communist indoctrination, Communist subversion and the international Communist conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids. —Brigadier General Jack D. Ripper

Are you sure self-pity is a luxury you can afford, Jack?

She's looking at him with something like wonder. "Why do you weep, Jack?" "The past," he says. "Isn't that always what does it?" And thinks of his mother, sitting by the window, smoking a cigarette, and listening while the radio plays "Crazy Arms." Yes, it's always the past. That's where the hurt is, all you can't get over.

It was mild monsters like these that made Jack the Ripper go after young women, she decided: who could tolerate yielding the world to someone who behaved as if she had given birth to the very world herself?

While writing 'Cold Mountain,' I held maps of two geographies, two worlds, in my mind as I wrote. One was an early map of North Carolina. Overlaying it, though, was an imagined map of the landscape Jack travels in the southern Appalachian folktales. He's much the same Jack who climbs the beanstalk, vulnerable and clever and opportunistic.

Well, it sure as hell weren't no tree-climbin' horse. (Jack to Abe)

We have a gymnasium at our school in Frog Creek," said Jack. "We call it a gym." "People all over the world copy us Greeks," Plato said.

Cool," said Jack. Florence tucked Jack's blanket tighter around him. "There, soldier. Warmer now?