Quotes About Jim

Congratulations, love. You traded up. Does he treat you well?' 'He's a teddy bear,' I said. Teddy bear looked like he was suffering from murder withdrawal. (Rene and Kate on Jim!)

Who snitched? We have people monitoring police radio frequencies. They gave Jim a heads-up in case our security had to storm PAD offices and bust you out of there. I found out when I saw Jim walking down the hallway snickering to himself.

And if the Pack Council produces any kittens, we'll give them to Jim to raise. He needs to mellow out anyway." I looked at him. He took his hands off the wheel and held them apart about six inches. "Cute fluffy kittens. Just sitting on Jim's lap." I pictured Jim with his badass-chief-of-security expression covered in small fluffy kittens. It was too much. The numbness inside me broke, like a dam. I giggled and laughed. Curran laughed, too.

Go play your games with Jim. I'll find you both when I need you. Arrogant asshole. I tell you what, if you find us before those three days run out, I'll cook you a damn dinner and serve it to you naked. Is that a promise? Yes. Go fuck yourself.

Please relay my greetings to the Beast Lord, I said. I appreciate his willingness to alter his extremely busy schedule and make and appearance. Curran show no emotion. No gloating, no anger, nothing at all. Jim looked at me, looked at Curran, looked back at me again. Kate says hi, he said finally. I'm ecstatic, Curran said.

Why is everyone calling me Consort? Jim designated you as Consort in official papers. You don't want to be called Mate, calling you Alpha is confusing, and 'Beast Lady' makes people laugh.

This is payback, isn't it? Jim glared at me. Don't be ridiculous, I told him. As the Consort of the Pack, I'm far above petty revenge.

A rolled-up newspaper landed on my head and then on Jim's. "None of that in my house!" Oh my gods. The alpha of Clan Cat just got smacked with a rolled-up newspaper. "Mom!" She pointed at me with the newspaper. "Do not shame me." I clamped my mouth shut. When she pulled out the shame card, it was all over.

The good doctor put a spoon of tea into my honey. You're drinking tea a honey badger made, Jim said. What did you expect?

Hail to the Beast Lord! I waved my spatula for emphasis. Jim spared me an ugly look and turned to Dali.

If anybody comes to challenge you, we'll kick their ass. We'll find a way to handle Roland. And if the pack Council produces any kittens, we'll give them to Jim to raise., He needs to mellow out anyway.' I looked at him. He took his hands off the wheel and held them apart about six inches. 'Cute fluffy kittens. Just sitting on Jim's lap.

Jim mentioned I was an ALEC member, and that's correct.

You're not related to the Three Stooges are you? 'Cause I could swear this escape scene is one of theirs." ~ Jim

I have three sisters," Jim reminded me. "I know what nothing means." "What does it mean, Mr. Female Expert?" "It means you're upset about something, it's been bothering you, but you don't want to bring it up because you're not sure you're up for the conversation that might follow. Sometimes it also means I am supposed to magically guess why you are upset.

A torrent of obscenities washed over me. Having spent a considerable amount of time in Jim's company before, I was able to distill the gist of his displeasure from his filthy tirade: if he had known the tech was going to hit, he would've brought a gas-guzzling vehicle instead of two pieces of meat with skinny legs and a hysterical disposition.

Jim. What a lovely surprise." I smiled, aiming for cordial. Mark winced and took off. I caught a glimpse of my smile in the wall mirror. Very little cordiality but lots of homicidal maniac. I dropped the smile before I caused an interagency incident.

Demonreach only wants Harry to see what's going on." "Why doesn't it just marry him?" Thomas muttered under his breath. "It sort of did," I said. "My brother the... geosexual?

Trevor Murdoch is mad, bad and dangerous. He's the only man I know that can strap a bucket of fried chicken on his back and ride a motor scooter across Ethiopia.

We had this thing that hometown gigs were the best and the worst because there was this unbearable pressure.

I'm a fan of Lucha Underground and hope they are successful.

Also I played on a lot of demos in the early days of the Stones.

The thing that got me closest to doing Kermit was remembering what Jim did when he was doing Kermit. When he would do Kermit, there were certain faces that he made. There was a certain way he stood, a certain kind of body language that he had.

I don't know if Jim was a major part of that or not. He is one of a small group of real storytellers. He has enormous imagination and ability to write. I'm glad he's coming back. It's going to be good for the show.

Dislinear plotting and noncontiguous prose have their adherents, not the least of which am I, but in the end, my friends, it is character which wins or loses immortality upon the vellum. Haven't you ever harbored the secret thought that somewhere Huck and Jim are—at this instant—poling their raft down some river just beyond our reach, so much more real are they than the shoe clerk who fitted us just a forgotten day ago?