Quotes About Encounter

Honest to God, she was the noisiest woman he'd ever been shot at with.

She whipped around and found Hud standing there staring at her. He was in ski patrol gear today, looking official. And officially hot.

Didn't see you coming, Kylie.

Have you ever been approached by a grim-looking man, carrying a naked sword with a blade about ten miles long in his hand, in the middle of the night, beneath the stars on the shores of Lake Michigan? If you have, seek professional help. If you have not, then believe you me, it can scare the bejeezus out of you.

I stared up at the Erlking, and with my typical pithy brilliance said, Uh-oh.

Susan hardly had begun to slow down when Tera appeared from between a couple of buildings and loped over to the car. I leaned forward, opened the door, and she got into the backseat. I threw her the extra clothes I had picked up, and she began to dress without comment. It worked, I said. We did it. Of course it worked, Tera said. Men are foolish. They will stare at anything female and naked.

Erlking," I told her. "Big-time bad guy. Wants to eat me." "Why?" she asked. "Well. I met him," I said.

I leaned closer and gave her the look I usually save for rampaging demons and those survey people at malls.

The water near me stirred and then a Sharkface rose up out of it as if on an elevator, slow, his mouth tilted up into a small smile. He stood there on the water perhaps five feet away from me. His eyeless face looked smug. Warden, he said. Asshat, I replied.

Octokongs," I pronounced grimly. "Why did it have to be octokongs?

Maybe I'll bump into you again sometime." "I'd like that. Only next time without the gun." "One of those old-fashioned girls, huh?" I said.

Matson threw up his skinny arms to protect himself as something huge and quick shoved its way between the bars, like a big dog going through a rotten picket fence, and engulfed him.

Two Iranians lectured him in broken English about the Bill of Rights, followed by an indignant Sri Lankan couple who scolded him for ruining their honeymoon. Brandon stepped into the woods to pee later that night and nine Venezuelans surrendered. The shit-magnet razzing roared to new heights.

I faced myself that day with the nonplused apprehension of someone who has come across a vampire and has no crucifix at hand.

Mrs. Bascomb greeted them with the same surprised tone she might have used if she were traveling and happened to run into them at a Buddhist monastery in Sri Lanka.

It is so strange, to encounter an ex. It's as if you're in a foreign film, and what you're saying face-to-face has nothing to do with the subtitles flowing beneath you. We are so careful not to touch, although once upon a time, I slept plastered to him in our bed, like lichen on a rock. We are two strangers who knows every shameful secret, every hidden freckle, every fatal flaw in each other.

It is strange to think that we might have crossed paths, and still not have known what we were missing.

I saw my ex-husband in the street. I was sitting on the steps of the new library. Hello, my life, I said. We had once been married for twenty-seven years, so I felt justified. He said, What? What life? No life of mine.

I always keep bumping into you. Everywhere I go I find you. Why? Maybe this could be fates way of bringing us together or maybe fates just rubbing in the fact that I cant have you.

A stranger is just a friend waiting to happen.

That moment when someone bumps into you and doesn't say excuse me or sorry.

Sometimes a complete stranger can make you genuinely smile when you are too tired to fake a laugh for the people you know.

I was in close quarters with some representative specimens of the most dangerous creature in the history of the world, the white man in a suit. Gentlemen,

Every Interaction is an Opportunity