Quotes About Jack

When I'm not working, it does. You turning Jack on?' 'God, what a revolting thought.

Lorelei sat at the window of her drawing room, painting in the fading daylight. It was yet another portrait of Jack, her favorite piece of fruit.

Then why this elaborate abduction? (Lorelei) Why not? I was there, you were there, Lord Pasty Face was there. It seemed like a perfect opportunity. (Jack)

I'll go get you something for the pain. (Lorelei) An executioner and his ax would help. (Jack)

Though I had no respect for Jack Lewis, I respected the hole in his chest. He was dying, and you owe the dying your attention.

The first Rotarian was the first man to call John the Baptist Jack.

His barge has obviously been spirited away by Charles Ferguson, who has also had his criminal

Nothing that would invent a mosquito is worthy of anything but hate.

cliches are truisms and all truisms are true

Gus was looking at him for confirmation of all his sorrows.

You'd never care to plant some roots in society, I suppose," mused the other.

I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right.

Actually I'm just a sick clown and so is everybody else.

why not I be like the Void, inexhaustibly fertile, beyond serenity, beyond even gladness, just Old Jack

Have some more wine, Smith, you're not making sense.

Goodnight gentle readers, sleep; sweet music to your dreams.

Comparisons are odious, Smith

Problemas, ya ves, son la palabra que generaliza los motivos por los que Dios existe.

In short, Beauty Smith was a monstrosity, and the blame of it lay elsewhere. He was not responsible. The clay of him had been moulded in the making.

In basic training we had been told to watch out for Japanese spies.

At the entrance of this street, a Janissary was pinned to a wooden door by an eight-foot-long spear, which Jack looked on as proving that Yevgeny had passed by there recently.

Jack could sound them out only through carousing with them over a period of weeks. Jack had long since lost interest in carousing per se, but he recalled how it was done, and could still put on a performance of carousing that looked sincere but was in fact wholly affected, shrewd, and calculating. He was helped in this by his two sons, who really meant it.

they were a bit like English taverns, which had effigies instead of names, so that people like Jack, who could not read, could know them.

But thoughts of this sort were chased away by others. One of those moments had arrived: Jack had been presented with the opportunity to be stupid in some way that was much more interesting than being shrewd would've been. These moments seemed to come to Jack every few days.