Quotes About Town

Something up, and it has nothing to do with why you're bringing gifts. You just do that because you're awesome. Can I get that in writing? Casey's right, Dalton says. Not about the awesome part. That depends on what condition my town's in. Something's up, and it's making me think I might not be awarding you that awesome certificate anytime soon. There's a certificate? I have a stack of them. I say.

The school is on the edge of town. Hell, most of the town is on the edge of town--you can't walk far in any direction without ending up in the forest.

One drawback to living in a medical research town is that they're paranoid about health, both physical and mental. The adults get off easy. Not the kids. Sneeze twice in a row and the teacher calls the school nurse. Drop out of a sport or let your grades fall and you're whisked off to Dr. Fodor's couch. They especially monitor the teens, as if hormonal surges could make us spontaneously combust at any moment.

How did Rafe make it back so fast? Same way we did. He stole a ride. A motorcycle. In his case, though, he skipped all the steps between. No tortuous trek through the woods--he'd landed relatively close to a town. No attempts to get help, because Rafe wasn't like us.

You're new in town. You're trying to fit in, make an impression. You've heard I don't go with local guys. You've probably heard I don't make out with near strangers at parties. Maybe that's the impression you wanted to make. The cool stud who can get any girl." "Sure, if I want Daniel making an impression of my head in the nearest wall.

The town council met at the school. That meant we knew exactly how to sneak in.

he thinks the aldermen's job is to make decisions and then enforce them. When your father was mayor he said that aldermen should rule the town by serving it." Ned said impatiently: "That sounds like two ways of looking at the same thing." "It's not, though," said his mother. "It's two different worlds.

they were bonded together by generosity in good times and solidarity in bad. This was what he would be fighting for, these people, this town. And if he had to give his life for them, it would be well spent.

There was a monastery on the far side of the town. The monks had a way of measuring the hours of the night: they made big, graduated candles that told the time as they burned down. One hour before dawn they would ring the bell, then get up to chant their service of Matins.

A mistress should be like a little country retreat near the town, not to dwell in constantly, but only for a night and away.

The man was a hero. He had given his life to save not just his son and Gabz, but all the children of the town.

They say you're the best." I didn't inform her that whoever called us "the best" had pretty low standards. I guess we were the best in town at this, but who would you brag to about that? It's not like this shit has its own section of the phone book.

Paper Towns for a Paper Girl, who wants to think and read clearly

How did you know I was here in town?" "The old quarter here in Cadence is my neighborhood now," she said smoothly,"Let's just say I have my sources." "Right", He nodded, evidently satisfied and picked up his sandwich. "your mother phoned and told you I was on my way here to Cadence.

Acapulco always had a heart for extravagance, so when at last she made her fall from grace, she did so with all the spectacular pageantry the world had come to expect of her. The cartels painted the town red.

I walked head down, pressing my feet down hard on the pavement to push the city under water.... With the town sinking at the rate of thirty centimeters a century, I explained, or three millimeters a year, or point zero zero zero zero zero zero one millimeter a second, one might reasonably hope, by pressing our feet down hard on the pavement as we walked, to play some part in the drowning of the town.

The couple was odd, no doubt about it. But now, for the first time, little Jimmy Jones was loose on the town streets, and it soon became apparent that compared to the boy, his parents were almost normal.

In 1913, Edison donated some replacement palms, but, as Florida historian Michele Wehrwein Albion notes, "the relationship between the town and the Edisons remained somewhat strained.

the atmosphere of the town was an artificial creation whose existence relied on the subtle attentions of its inhabitants.

los hombres que pasen por aquí no tengan ni memoria de que fui Ixtepec.

The cookie tray goes round and round. Outside, the moon rises. The wind is still. All over town, leaves hang on trees like open hands.

At night the bottom of the valley looks like water, and the lamps in the little town lying along it like quivering reflections of the stars.

there's starvation in the town, though I doubt if either empress or bishop is going short." He was a man who spoke his mind, and no great respecter of high personages. "A very different tale for the poor townsfolk! But it's biting even the garrison

H has moved to a town in Denmark that sounds like someone Scottish saying the word whorehouse.