Quotes About Liz

You're Bes, I guess? I said. Yes, he said. Your car's a mess, Liz muttered. If one more person rhymes, Emma grumbled, I'll throw up.

I thought she'd make some comment about the bloodthirsty gods chasing us, but when she finally found her voice, she said, That boy kissed you! Leave it to Liz to have her priorities straight.

Boys! Are they always this impossible? Do they always say cryptic, indecipherable things? (Note to self: work with Liz to adapt her boy-to-English translator into a more mobile form—like maybe a watch or necklace.)

But…I brought gummy bears," Liz said as if that should be enough to neutralize any potential problem.

If I ever reach the point in life where there are no more snipers, I might go crazy. Or bake. I could take up baking." "Liz took up baking," I reminded her. "Yeah, but I'd be better at it. I would totally rock baking.

I'm a big fan of political editor Allegra Stratton.

I don't know; it just seemed like the cooler guys are playing Xbox. At least the ones I know.

As I stood, I saw Josh crouched in the seat behind us. I'd thought he'd sat in the back of the bus. Maybe he had, but then he'd worked his way up the aisle for eavesdropping. When we locked eyes and he realized he was busted, he dashed past me down the aisle as best he could in snowboarding boots and disappeared through the door. "Oh God, there's been a security breach," I gasped to Liz.

If volition is bound to social imperatives, as William James believed, and it's therefore easier to go to war than it is to quit smoking, one could say that Liz Norton was a woman who found it easier to quit smoking than to go to war.

If volition is bound to social imperatives, as William James believed, and it's therefore easier to go to war than it is to quit smoking, one could say that Liz Norton was a woman who found it easier to quit smoking than to go to war.

I was Margaret Thatcher in the school election during the 1983 General Election.

In his time the Pirate Captain had made a number of dramatic entrances of his own – not always intentional it had to be said, as quite often they were the result of him accidentally setting himself on fire – but even he had to admit that Cutlass Liz's dramatic entrance set an extremely high dramatic-entrance standard.

Liz looks at the tissue box, which is decorated with drawings of snowmen engaged in various holiday activities. One of the snowmen is happily placing a smiling rack of gingerbread men in an oven. Baking gingerbread men, or any cooking for that matter, is probably close to suicide for a snowman, Liz thinks. Why would a snowman voluntarily engage in an activity that would in all likelihood melt him? Can snowmen even eat? Liz glares at the box.

Mellencamp sat back. He had just left his meeting with Liz Sansborough, where he had failed to get the information he needed.

I'd do a really tasteful Playboy shoot, but I'd want at least 700,000 for it.

Our royalty statement has been minimal and menial. Really. We don't collect more than a per cent of a per cent of a per cent of a per cent of a per cent of a per cent of a per cent. We get maybe the seventh of 1 percent.

Does being forty feel fabulous and foxy?" Liz asked.

Not only will I be there," Liz said, "but I'll be impersonating a pleasant woman with great manners.

Like 'Daddy Cool' was the first song that opened the door of success. So it was extremely special and I will always sing that song.

John and Yoko referred to themselves in the third person as Liz and Dick—Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton—whenever I went out with them.

They're so weird and so beautiful, she said. Like you, I said. I meant it as a joke, but Liz nodded. She felt that she was sort of like an emu herself, she said. Maybe that was why she'd had flying dreams ever since she was a little girl -- at heart, she was an emu. She was sure the emus also dreamed of flying. It was another thing they had in common. Both she and the emus wanted to fly -- they just didn't have the wings they wanted.

You're Bes, I guess?" I said. "Yes," he said. "Your car's a mess," Liz muttered. "If one more person rhymes," Emma grumbled, "I'll throw up.

He will be no trouble in the house," declared Mr. Grace with his usual optimism. "How do you know?" inquired Liz. "I mean if you scarcely know the man, you can't possibly know his habits.

I don't think it's principled to give up on electoral victory to make ourselves feel good.