#itches

We'll take what the other team gives us. We'll scratch where it itches. ↗

— Hayden Fry

#itches #other #scratch #take #team

Announcers don't do enough of the cat-and-mouse strategy and all the work that goes into it. You watch a broadcast and guys get the pitches wrong. ↗

— Al Leiter

#broadcast #enough #get #goes #guys

Pitches are like pages of a book; they're so important. The chess game; how I set you up early, and how I'll do it differently later. ↗

— Al Leiter

#chess #chess game #differently #early #game

The kind of thing I'm good at is knowing every politician in the state and remembering where he itches. And I know where to scratch him. ↗

— Earl Long

#good #him #i #itches #kind

Although the most acute judges of the witches and even the witches themselves, were convinced of the guilt of witchery, the guilt nevertheless was non-existent. It is thus with all guilt. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#although #convinced #even #guilt #judges

That guy with the silver hair, he’s your dad, right?” Amber questioned, surveying the scene. “Yes,” I said, reluctant to say anything but, considering what was happening, figured was the least of my worries. “Ooo la la. He’s, like, totally diesel. Look at those arms.” She went on, admiring my dad to a sickening degree. “All right, jailbait, back off. It’s practically incest.” She sucked air through her teeth. “I know,” she said regretfully. “But a girl can dream. And I have a feeling he’s going to be starring in a lot of them. ↗

— Brandi Salazar

#magic #witches #young-adult-fantasy #dreams

I should have learned this, she thought. I wanted to learn fire, and pain, but I should have learned people. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#life #terry-pratchett #tiffany-aching #truth #witches

...Granny Weatherwax, who had walked nightly without fear in the bandit-haunted forests of the mountains all her life in the certain knowledge that the darkness held nothing more terrible than she was... ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#confidence #strength #witches #life

I knew the woodsy fragrance that accompanied Reed was his natural scent. It was one of the many things that made him hard to resist. ↗

— Cherie Colyer

#ya #nature

Ooh, Snowberry, you were right,” one of them said, wrinkling her nose like she smelled something foul. “She does reek of a dead pig in the summer. I don’t know how Mab can stand it.” Clenching my fists, I tried to keep my cool. I was so not in the mood for this now.God, it’s like high school all over again. Will it never end? These are ancient faeries, for Pete’s sake, and they’re acting like my high school pom squad. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#meghan #snowberry #high-school