#bones

Cat, hmmm? From where I sit you look more like a Kitten." My head jerked around and I shot him an annoyed look. Oh, I was going to enjoy this, all right. "It's Cat," I repeated firmly. "Cat Raven." "Whatever you say, Kitten Tweedy. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#cat-crawfield #catherine-crawfield #funny #halfway-to-the-grave #humor

We love reproducing. It’s one of our favorite things. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#dystopia #human-nature #humor #reproduction #shadowhunters

Bring me liquor, Bones, fast, to take my foot out of my mouth. Cat to Bones ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#cat #humor #humor

You have something on your neck. What Looks like a bite mark, what were you doing out all night, anyway? Nothing. I went walking in the park. Tried to clear my head. And ran into a vampire What? No! I fell. On your neck? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-ashes #city-of-bones #city-of-glass #humor #humor

Don't care for her tongue, do you? How strange. I find it one of my favorite parts. Bones to Gregor ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#cat #humor #humor

You’re not going to let her do this, are you?” Bones snorted. “Let her? Mate, if you think you can control a woman, you must be single—-and a thousand pounds says she beats your arse. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#cat #humorous #humor

Before we go, I gotta know: If mind-reading abilities are real, there's something else I wondered if fiction got right about vampires-" "Ask me if I sparkle and I'll kill you where you stand," Bones cut him off with utmost seriousness. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#humor #sparkles #humor

I have funny bones. If there's ever any kind of tension, I'll always be the one to try and be funny to loosen things up. ↗

— Matt LeBlanc

#any #bones #ever #funny #i

He's part of the product and will make no bones about creating that image to bring the value up in his product, bring the value up in everything he touches. ↗

— Marla Maples

#bones #bring #creating #everything #his

Inside the snow globe on my father's desk, there was a penguin wearing a red-and-white-striped scarf. When I was little my father would pull me into his lap and reach for the snow globe. He would turn it over, letting all the snow collect on the top, then quickly invert it. The two of us watched the snow fall gently around the penguin. The penguin was alone in there, I thought, and I worried for him. When I told my father this, he said, "Don't worry, Susie; he has a nice life. He's trapped in a perfect world. ↗

— Alice Sebold

#life