With me, everything's right on the table.
It was all I could do to keep from lunging across the table and pressing my shuttering lips against his burning flesh. My palms were sweating profusely causing me to have to wipe them against my jeans under the table. Those last few seconds had felt ...
Let's get you into a room and conduct our own chemistry experiment," he said against my lips. "Or maybe we'll just find a table to bend you over, since chemists do it on a table... periodically." "Mmm. I love it when you talk nerdy to me.
He slid his stele across the table toward her. "Use it." "No," Clary said, and pushed the stele back across the table at him. Jace slammed his hand down on the stele. "Clary-" "She said she doesn't want it," said Simon. "Ha-ha." "Ha-ha?" Jace looked ...
I love tables. And dancing. Oh, and I love table dancing, although Grandmother always says, "Wait until we're finished eating.
I still have my little red hardcover notebook—spine now held in place by packing tape, pages dotted with cooking stains—filled with her loving instructions for mandelbrot, nut cake, and strudel.
if I decide to help you, I want only two things in return. Freedom for my people" - it was what he planned to bargin for all along, and one bargain was good as any other - "and possessiom of the girl." "I'm afraid she's not on the table," Blue eyes s...
[clearing away tables in the dining room to make room for the ghost trap] Dr Ray Stantz: I've gotta get this in the clear...! Dr Ray Stantz: Wait, wait, wait! I've always wanted to do this... [He yanks a tablecloth off of a table, overturning and sha...
I hate homework. I hate it more now than I did when I was the one lugging textbooks and binders back and forth from school. The hour my children are seated at the kitchen table, their books spread out before them, the crumbs of their after-school sna...
Think of the most fussy science teacher you ever had. The one who docked your grade if the sixth decimal place in your answer was rounded incorrectly; who tucked in his periodic table T-shirt, corrected every student who said "weight" when he or she ...
God and religion before every thing!' Dante cried. 'God and religion before the world.' Mr Casey raised his clenched fist and brought it down on the table with a crash. 'Very well then,' he shouted hoarsely, 'if it comes to that, no God for Ireland!'...
I came literally to the table with a wealth of knowledge by simply understanding how food should taste.
Yet they enjoy the high. In the surest sign that selenium actually makes them go mad, cattle grow addicted to locoweed despite its awful side effects and eat it to the exclusion of anything else. It’s animal meth.
I walked to his bedside table next. Infinite Mayhem. the ninth sequel to The Prince of Dawn, lay atop the table next to his reading lamp, the corner of page 138 turned down. He'd never made it to the end of the book. 'Spoiler alert: Mayhem survives,'...
Just days after Joseph died, we sat down to eat dinner at the dining room table. We each sat there, choking down our food, tears streaming down our faces, and no one speaking. There was no one in his chair; his side of the table had a gaping hole. A ...
Food matters because it's one of the things that forces us to live in this world -- this tactile, physical, messy, and beautiful world -- no matter how hard we try to escape into our minds and our ideals. Food is a reminder of our humanity, our fragi...
She walked around the edge of the table to position her next shot. As she pulled her cue back she was confident that she would only need one more shot after this. But as she started her forward motion, Ben leaned over. "Look at this picture," he said...
Take a guy who can walk on water, who can raise people from the dead, who can look at you and tell you what you had for breakfast...if a guy like that can't find twelve trustworthy mates, who can? Stop at eleven and call it done, that's the moral of ...
There was a table laid with jellies and trifles, with a party hat beside each place, and a birthday cake with seven candles on it in the center of the table. The cake had a book drawn on it, in icing. My mother, who had organized the party, told me t...
Ace Rothstein: [voice-over; notices a couple of card counters] Now here's this guy reading the dealer's whole card and signaling his buddy at this table. [the signaler, using a small telegraph, types a morse code to his friend at the other table] Ace...
Charity Burbage: [crying and pleading] Severus, please! We were friends... Lord Voldemort: [Snape stares blankly at her. Voldemort raises his wand] Avada Kedavra! Lord Voldemort: [Charity's body crashes onto the table. Voldemort caresses Nagini as sh...
