Quotes About Anticipation

Well," I said, still waiting, "it all starts with Kraunauer." A good start: Debs nodded. "Okay," she said.

Get your stuff," he said, hurrying past. "We got a wild one." Robert turned to watch him go, and his air of relaxed confidence seemed to drain out and puddle at his feet. "Is that Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Does he mean, um—" "It's probably nothing," I said. "Just a routine machete beheading or something." Chase goggled at me for a moment. Then he turned pale, gulped, and finally nodded. "Okay," he said.

Charming woman," Brian said, watching Rose disappear back into the kitchen. "You haven't seen anything yet," I told him. "Wait till you see how she puts a plate on the table." "I can hardly wait," he said. I

Kraunauer smiled, and now the wolf fangs were out for all to see. "Let's just put it this way," he said. "If you're still sitting here in TGK tomorrow at this time, it means I'm dead." He closed the folder and allowed his smile to get much, much broader. "And I don't plan on dying anytime soon, Mr. Morgan.

Rita was not in the waiting room when I stepped off the elevator, so I sat down and thumbed through a copy of GOLF magazine. There were several articles on improving my short game that would have been much more interesting if only I played golf. The large golden clock on the wall said it was exactly two thirty-six when the elevator doors slid open and Rita stepped out. "Oh, Dexter, you're here already," she said. I

any child could have told me that when you are enjoying yourself within sight of a grown-up it is only a matter of time before the fun ends. And

Fine," I said, pulling into the very last slot in the parking lot. "See you then." " 'Tis devoutly to be wished," Brian said, and hung up.

Predate your telling me, T.T.

Everything in the past is memory, everything in the future is imagination. . .

when there was a third rap.

the worst moment of any campaign is waiting for the sun to rise on the morning of battle.

from around his neck started to undo the buttons on the front of his

On entering the little green-walled

never thought they'd see in their lifetime. With

what Rosnovski's next move would be.

I prefer being up-and-coming. Gives us something to look forward to.

This is bench number two, and I'll take over bench number one when Old Joey dies, which shouldn't be long now. Mr Watson's got bench number three, so he'll get bench number two when I get bench number one. But I've already warned him he's going to have to wait a long time.

the agenda well in advance; the questions that would be asked, the replies that would be

Lux spent the ride dialing the radio for her favorite song. It makes me crazy, she said. You know they're playing it somewhere, but you have to find it.

He hadn't suffered the eternity of the ring about to be picked up, didn't know the heart rush of hearing that incomparable voice suddenly linked with his own, the sense it gave of being too close to even see her, of being actually inside her ear.

She was always saying, 'Fuck this school,' or 'I can't wait until I get out of here.' But so did lots of kids.

The heat precedes the fire.

Meanwhile, in the greenroom to the world, I waited. Not even a gleam in my father's eye yet (he was staring gloomily at the thermometer case in his lap). Now my mother gets up from the so-called love seat. She heads for the stairway, holding a hand to her forehead, and the likelihood of my ever coming to be seems more and more remote.

All this led up to the day Desdemona dangled a utensil over my mother's belly. The sonogram didn't exist at the time; the spoon was the next best thing.