This is the only way that you can hope to survive. Because life... is not a movie. Everyone lies. Good guys lose. And love... does not conquer all.
I know you have it in you, Guy," Anne said suddenly at the end of a silence, "the capacity to be terribly happy.
Look, I'm a guy. Your ass was touching my groin. Of course I'm going to pop a boner. It's a natural reaction.
Two farewell gifts," Sadie muttered, "from two gorgeous guys. I hate my life.
He was beautiful. I know, it’s not the manliest way to describe a guy, but in my head, it was the adjective I used most often and it fit him to a tee.
I’m a fan of Belle from Beauty and the Beast. Brunette and doesn’t mind a guy that’s an animal? Hell yeah.
When the guy kissed her, Cassidy felt a stab of pain that was close to physical, and therefore within the penumbra of hurts he told himself he could bear.
I was used to being perceived as having a good attitude. Self-control, self-effacement, self-denial. People like this, especially in girls.
Zander was always sneaking off to the library to get more books ... Guy would read anything. Said books were more interesting than people.
I’m the guy who knows how you can hurt so much that your insides feel like they’re cut and bleeding.
It was a sin. Kissing a guy who wasn't betrothed to her was wrong in every way. Everyone knew that. It was haram. Forbidden. You would go to hell for that...
PR guys get paid to make people believe that a pile of shit is an investment in soil fertility. Professional liars.” “Ah!” Manannan’s expression lit with comprehension. “They are politicians?
If you bulk order enough sound, you get a discount by volume. The guys in the warehouse know me by the codename Helen Keller.
Two guys, a goat, and a ghost: A love story based on true events that may or may not be false. Who doesn’t love a good goat story?
I'm sort of a girly guy in that I love cats, rainbows, sunsets, flowers, trees, and sex. But not sex with trees.
Some guys are the type of people who bring brass knuckles to a fight. I've always thought it prudent to bring some running shoes.
When someone I admire turns out to be a rather normal guy, I get offended because it’s an insult to my jealousy.
What is with these guys? Where's the thrill in watching snakes eat? I certainly didn't thrill in watching humans eat.
I know half, and I know two guys who each know half of half, so together we’re altogether. Let this be a lesson in networking.
The thing that I think a lot of guys need to know how to do is not take your mother's advice about honesty being the best policy. Listen to your cool, drunk uncle who tells you to lie. Those are the relationships that last.
I'm supposed to be making comics, so I had to do it the best way I knew how, which is what those guys at the beginning of the Twentieth Century were doing.
