I smashed his hand as hard as I could with the Wiffle bat. "Ow!" he screamed. Carson was rubbing his red palm, inspecting it for damage. "That hurt," he shrieked. "You really hurt me." "Right back at you," I said. "Good-bye Carson." He frowned, massa...
School Principal: You can kiss Eden goodbye! Trouble awaits you... [points to Sophie] School Principal: You, my dear, in pain shall you bring forth children, wear high heels, suffer through dieting, exfoliation, face-lifts, and what's more, you'll ha...
Mary Elizabeth: Charlie, Charlie, what do you think about high school? Charlie: High school? Bullshit. The cafeteria is called the Nutrition Center; people wear their letter jackets even when it's 98 degrees out. And why do they give out letter jacke...
We got a saying around here about our corn, ‘it grows knee-high by the Fourth of July.
Observing the wizard’s high magic was his biggest privilege as Kadmeion’s assistant.
And I can't be running back and fourth forever between grief and high delight.
You won’t know your limitations until you soar high and give it a try.
You won’t know your limits until you soar high and give it a try.
A brick could be crushed into powder, like cocaine, and snorted to stimulate the previous highs of the housing market.
The winner's edge is not in a gifted birth, a high IQ, or in talent. The winner's edge is all in the attitude, not aptitude. Attitude is the criterion for success.
Prom has all the elements of a popular story. It reeks of all-Americanness, tension, drama. It has romance. Pretty dresses. Dancing. Limos. High school. Coming of age.
I have very long, wild hair, a suntan and wear knee high boots and ignore all the rules about what you should or shouldn't wear at whatever age.
Architecture is restricted to such a limited vocabulary. A building is either a high-rise or a perimeter block or a town house.
You don't have to be Picasso or Rembrandt to create something. The fun of it, the joy of creating, is way high above anything else to do with the art form.
An art whose medium is language will always show a high degree of critical creativeness, for speech is itself a critique of life: it names, it characterizes, it passes judgment, in that it creates.
Eastlake High makes Buffy's hellmouth look like a crack in the sidewalk.
A companion on a caffeine high will wake me up just as well, without the aftertaste.
Really high-minded people are indifferent to happiness, especially other people's.
And she laughed, a full octave, descending from high C like chimes.
Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who tells you differently is selling something.
The birds of anonymity fly high above in our shared sky. Witness their beauty.
