Quotes About Ed

Ed is just this weird ontological entity that produces unconditional slobbery loyal affection.

My mum gave me a T-shirt with it on last Christmas.' Ed smiled at the memory. 'Wish I still had it. All I had to get stressed about before was GCSEs.' 'She didn't give you a T-shirt that said Save Kitchen Scraps to Feed the Pigs, then?

Ohio's future is important to me.

But it's December now, and the sky is bright, and it's clear to me. I'm telling you why we broke up, Ed. I'm writing it in this letter, the whole truth of why it happened. And the truth is that I goddamn loved you so much.

I know you can't see it, not you, Ed, but maybe if I tell you the whole plot you'll understand it this once, because even now I want you to see it. I don't love you anymore, of course I don't, but there's still something I can show you. You know I want to be a director, but you never truly see the movies in my head and that, Ed, is why we broke up.

We thought we had time. I waved but couldn't answer, because I was finally letting myself grin as wide as I'd wanted all afternoon, all evening, every sec of every minute with you, Ed. Shit, I guess I already loved you then.

LONDON, March 16 Ed telephoned from Vienna. He said Major Emil Fey has committed suicide after putting bullets through his wife and nineteen-year-old son. He was a sinister man. Undoubtedly he feared the Nazis would murder him for having double-crossed them in 1934 when Dollfuss was shot. I return to Vienna day after tomorrow. The crisis is over. I think we've found something, though, for radio with these round-ups.

Ed said to Madeline, "Why don't you have snacks in your bag? What sort of woman are you?" "This is a clutch!" Madeline

I love pop songs. One that I've heard a lot is 'Shape of You' by Ed Sheeran. I also love mariachi songs by Alejandro Fernandez and Vicente Fernandez.

There's actually an exponential relationship that I could show you, but—" "Yeah, yeah, I know, I don't have the math," Ed said.

It's a plant." Burke's father stared at the laptop's screen, peering over his glasses at the photos as Burke brought them up. "It's not just a plant, Ed," Lucy said, looking at Burke and shaking her head. "It's about the feeling of the image." Burke's father snorted. "Well, it feels like a plant." He turned to his son. "I'm not saying it's not pretty. But it's a plant.