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#1. My mother was really young when she had me, so she was a horrible cook, but we lived with my grandmother, who was fantastic. We eventually got our own place, and my mother started learning to cook. But it was also the '70s, so she was very experimental, and, well - thank God we had a dog. #Quote by Debi Mazar
#2. I stopped struggling, going limp in his arms. He reached around us and shoved the door closed, spinning around and facing us toward the kitchen.
"I was trying to make you breakfast."
It took a moment for his words and their meaning to sink in. I stared dumbfounded across the room and past the island. There was smoke billowing up from the stove and the window above the sink was wide open.
Bowls and spoons littered the island and there was a carton of eggs sitting out.
He was trying to cook.
He was really bad at it.
I started to laugh.
The kind of laugh that shook my shoulders and bubbled up hysterically. My heart rate was still out of control, and I took in a few breaths between laughs to try and calm it down.
He said something, but I couldn't hear him because the fire alarm was still going off. I had no doubt half the neighborhood was now awake from the sound. He didn't bother to put me down, instead hauling me along with him, where he finally set me down, dragged a chair over near the alarm, and climbed up to remove the battery.
The noise cut off and the kitchen fell silent.
"Well, shit," he said, staring at the battery in his hand.
A giggle escaped me. "Does this always happen when you cook?"
He shrugged. "The only time I ever cook is when it's my turn at the station." His forehead creased and a thoughtful look came over his face. "The guys are never around when it's my night to cook. Now I know why." H #Quote by Cambria Hebert
#3. All too often unemployment is used as an excuse for misbehaving when jobs are available within walking distance. #Quote by James Cook
#4. It's not that I can't cook. I just don't enjoy cooking. It takes too long and you have to stand there monitoring everything, which doesn't work well for me and my ADHD. #Quote by Jen Kirkman
#5. Having a gut instinct that told me how to be a moral person might be evolutionarily handy. On the other hand, emotional moral judgment also enables people to do really horrible things to each other, like lynching or "honor" killings, and justify them by calling them "moral." Because sociopaths don't experience morality emotionally, I would argue that we are freed to be more rational and more tolerant. There is something to be said for the impartiality of pure reason - religion-created mass hysteria among the supposedly mentally healthy populace has resulted in much worse damage and carnage in the world than anything sociopaths have caused. (Although I imagine that there may sometimes be sociopaths at the head of it all, whipping up the masses to do their bidding.) #Quote by M.E. Thomas
#6. I love to cook. My dad's a really excellent cook and his style is: Look in the fridge and make whatever there is with whatever ingredients you have and I like cooking like that, too. #Quote by Olivia Thirlby
#7. To write, for example, a crime that is horrible but which somehow 'resembles' the butterfly, which would be light and fine like the butterfly. I could also describe the butterfly, but bearing in mind the horrible scene of a crime, so that the butterfly would become something frightful. #Quote by Italo Calvino
#8. I love being on stage if I'm not on a set. If I'm at home, I'm usually in my office editing or reconstructing my website or whatever it may be. I just love putting creativity into a performance, so if the right script comes along, and I certainly am reading comedies and dramas now, then I'm ready willing and able to give it a shot. #Quote by Dane Cook
#9. I don't know when I started to realize that my country's past was incomprehensible and obscure to me, a real shadowy terrain, nor can I remember the precise moment when all that i'd believed so trustworthy and predictable - the place I'd grown up, whose language I speak and customs I know, the place whose past I was taught in school and in university, whose present I have become accustomed to interpreting and pretending I understand - began to turn into a place of shadows out of whcih jumped horrible creatures as soon as we dropped our guard. With time I have come to think that this is the true reason why writers write aboutn the places of childhood and adolescence and even their early touth: you don't write about what you know and understand, and much less do you write because you know and understand, but because you understand that all your knowledge and comprehension is false, a mirage and an illusion, so your books are not, could not be, more than elaborate displays of disorientation: extensive and multifarious declarations of preplexity. All that I thought was so clear, you then think, now turns out to be full of duplicities and hidden intentions, like a friend who betrays us. To that revelation, which is always annoying and often frankly painful, the writer responds in the only way one knows how: with a book. And that's how you try to mitigate your disconcertion, reduce the space between what you don't know and what can be known, and most of all resolve your profound di #Quote by Juan Gabriel Vasquez
#10. Terrorism threat is not just to American interests. The assaults in Russia against two airliners, bringing them out of the sky, and against a subway station, and then that horrible scene at the school in Beslan. This kind of terrorist activity no one is immune from it. And so it suggests that we have to do even more together to make sure the civilized worlds join together in the war against terrorism. #Quote by Colin Powell
#11. Fortunately, I have forgotten most of the things that have happened to me. Fortunately, the mind has a limited capacity for remembering. It would be horrible if I remembered the details of a hundred and eighty thousand years - the details of four thousand lifetimes that I have lived since the first great atomic war. #Quote by Fredric Brown
#12. Most people are just fat and because most bodybuilders juice, they can get away with eating what they want and just monitoring calories. It's a horrible misconception and often sends people down a path of fat gain that might ruin their motivation and drive. Fat cells never go away once created. #Quote by Scott Herman
#13. Suffering perfects the soul. #Quote by James Cook
#14. She writes that one of the moments that she felt most useful was when her mother had a headache, and she would stroke her head and rub her forehead. And I think Eleanor Roosevelt's entire life was dedicated to two things: (one) making it better for all people, people in trouble and in need, like her family. #Quote by Blanche Wiesen Cook
#15. The truth is that life is delicious, horrible, charming, frightful, sweet, bitter, and that is everything. #Quote by Anatole France
#16. The wife of a junior officer cooped up in a horrible canvas partition in steerage for five months wrote:
"I had enjoyed much peace there in the absence of every comfort, even of such as are now enjoyed in jail. I used to say that there were four privations in my situation - fire, water, earth and air. No fire to warm oneself on the coldest day, no water to drink but what was tainted, no earth to set the foot on, and scarcely any air to breathe. Yet, with all these miserable circumstances, we spent many a happy hour by candlelight in that wretched cabin whilst I sewed and he read the Bible to me. #Quote by Stephen Taylor
#17. Nothing worse than grey light coming in your window on a Sunday morning. Personally, I don't like the color grey. It reminds me of the absence of color. I know, I know, people say grey is a color but it isn't. It's grey. Grey like smoke, like clouds, like ash. Grey like dirt and shale. Grey is Mr. Wiley's hair and a cat bit me once was grey. Grey is a deadly color. Grey gets between me and the sun and threatens rain. It's a downer, grey is. Don't ever wear grey, people are likely to avoid you. #Quote by Vera Jane Cook
#18. I despise politics. There is no room for it in a company. My life is going to be way too short to deal with that. #Quote by Tim Cook
#19. We had come to see blackguards; but these men were something worse. There is a comic side, more or less appreciable, in all blackguardism - here there was nothing but tragedy - mute, weird tragedy. The quiet in the room was horrible. #Quote by Wilkie Collins
#20. It's like everything in your life is wonderful, but you have so much wonderful - this is all going to sound horrible - but when you have so much wonderful, it isn't wonderful because you don't actually have time to enjoy it. #Quote by Tom Ford
#21. I just love the storyline, I thought it was hilarious - I loved that part when we opened the door, we all look ahead and we have to look down and see that we're actually dealing with this little boy who did this horrible thing of ordering a wife through e-mail. #Quote by Caroline Dhavernas
#22. These women lived their lives happily. They had been taught, probably by loving parents, not to exceed the boundaries of their happiness regardless of what they were doing. But therefore they could never know real joy. Which is better? Who can say? Everyone lives the way she knows best. What I mean by 'their happiness' is living a life untouched as much as possible by the knowledge that we are really, all of us, alone. That's not a bad thing. Dressed in their aprons, their smiling faces like flowers, leaning to cook, absorbed in their little troubles and perplexities, they fall in love and marry. I think that's great. I wouldn't mind that kind of life. Me, when I'm utterly exhausted by it all, my skin breaks out, on those lonely evenings when I call my friends again and again and nobody's home, then I despise my own life - my birth, my upbringing, everything. I feel only regret for the whole thing. #Quote by Banana Yoshimoto
#23. To be a better cook, cook more. To be a better writer, read more. #Quote by Mokokoma Mokhonoana
#24. Money could never have originated as paper. #Quote by James Cook
#25. Stir fry!" Rhys proclaimed.
"Really?" Finn leaned over his shoulder and peered down at the ingredients in the pan. Rhys moved to the side a little so Finn could reach in and grab something out of it. He sniffed it, then popped it into his mouth. "Well, it's not terrible."
"Stop my beating heart!" Rhys put his hand over his heart and feigned astonishment. "Has my food passed the test of the hardest food critic in the land?"
"No. I just said it wasn't terrible." Finn shook his head at Rhys's dramatics and went to the fridge to get a bottle of water. "And I'm certain that Elora is a much harsher food critic than I'll ever be."
"That's probably true, but she's never let me cook for her," Rhys admitted, shaking the wok to stir up the vegetables more.
"You really shouldn't let him cook for you," Finn advised, looking at me for the first time. "He gave me food poisoning once."
"You cannot get food poisoning from an orange!" Rhys protested and looked back at him. "It's just not possible! And even if you can, I handed you the orange. I didn't even have a chance to contaminate it!"
"I don't know." Finn shrugged. A smile was creeping up, and I could tell he was amused by how much Rhys was getting worked up.
"You didn't even eat the part I touched! You peeled it and threw the skin away!" Rhys sounded exasperated. He wasn't paying attention to the wok as he struggled to convince us of his innocence, an #Quote by Amanda Hocking
#26. I suddenly look at the fish and feel horrible all over again, that old death scheme is now back only now I'm gonna put my big healthy Anglosaxon teeth into it and wrench away at the mournful flesh of a little living being that only an hour ago was swimming happily in the sea, in fact even Dave thinking this and saying: 'Ah yes that little muzzling mouth was blindly sucking away in the glad waters of life and now look at it, here's where the fittin head's chopped off, you don't have to look, us big drunken sinners are now going to use it for our sacrificial supper[ ... ] #Quote by Jack Kerouac
#27. Medical school had been a time for imaginary diseases and Martin had contracted almost all of them. #Quote by Robin Cook
#28. I don't think there's any words in the English language to explain what it's -what it's like to- to sit on Texas death row and your thoughts are laying on that gurney, convicted but innocent and being put to death. #Quote by Kerry Max Cook
#29. My eyes are filling fast with tears and I blink and blink but the world is a mess and I want to laugh because all I can think is how horrible and beautiful it is, that our eyes blur the truth when we can't bear to see it. #Quote by Tahereh Mafi
#30. At the other end of the scale I was there with a whole lot of young British athletes so I was getting to see them take their first steps on the international ladder. I'd like to think maybe in five years time I'll look back and I'll forget all about the lost luggage and I'll forget about the horrible hotel, but I'll remember these wonderful athletes stepping onto the track for the first time. #Quote by Jill Douglas
#31. ROSE: The rumor is that he's Voldemort's son, Albus. A horrible, uncomfortable silence. It's probably rubbish. I mean . . . look, you've got a nose. #Quote by Jack Thorne
#32. Drugs are horrible; I say no to drugs. I've never done drugs in my life. #Quote by Vince Staples
#33. If you don't stick to simplicity, you'll die a horrible death. #Quote by Shaquille O'Neal
#34. You are the third bride wed for peace," Cymbra said with a smile. "And to be frank, it has not been an easy road for the two of us who went before. Yet knowing what we do now, neither Krysta nor I would ever have chosen a different path."
"How much choice did you have?"
To Rycca's surprise, Cymbra laughed. "In my case, none." She sighed in mocking languor. "I still remember Wolf's deeply romantic proposal. He told me that if I did not wed him, he would kill my brother."
"He what?"
"Oh,don't worry, he's gotten much better." She laughed again, fondly. "Much, much better.Besides, Dragon is the one who was always good with women."
Rycca could not dispute that but neither could she ignore what she had just been told.Shocked, she asked, "What did you do?"
"Do? Why,I punched him,of course. What else could I do? He went to our wedding worried that the blow still showed."
"You...punched him?" The ethereal beauty beside her had struck the fierce Wolf?
"Rycca,dear sister, something you must learn at once.Wolf and Dragon are both wonderful men but they are also overwhelming. It is part of their charm. Nontheless,with them it is always best to be firm. For that matter, the same can be said of my brother, as Krysta learned readily enough."
"She and Lord Hawk seem devoted to each other."
"As are Wold and I. That doesn't mean one should be a meek little woman rubbing feet."
"What a horrible notion! However did you think of it?"
"Oh, #Quote by Josie Litton
#35. I finally did sleep for a little while, only it was like the difference between Pringles and actual chips, like someone took sleep and then put it through a horrible industrial machine, made it into a paste, and re-formed it and baked it into a shape that was supposed to look like sleep but was not anything even close. #Quote by Rufi Thorpe
#36. Always be true to yourself and follow your dreams! #Quote by LaDonna M. Cook
#37. On the deck was a skeleton. Some of the bugs seemed to be fighting for the last scraps of flesh but pretty much everything but bone and some scraps of skin and hair were gone. Bugs were even crawling in and out of the eye sockets, cleaning out the brains.
"Holy crap," Woodman said, "I don't want those getting on me!"
"I just figured out what they are," Gardner said, stepping through the hatch after a flash around with her light. Every step caused a crunch. "And they won't bite."
"They stripped that guy to the bone!" Woodman said.
"That's what they do," Gardner said, bending down and picking up one of the beetles. It skittered along her arm and she shook it off. "They're carrion beetles."
"Carrion?" Woodman said. "So they eat people?"
"They eat dead flesh," Gardner said. "I'd heard Wolf say he'd 'seeded' the boat. I didn't know it was with these."
"Wolf did this?" Woodman said angrily. "To our people?"
"Six of us came off, Woodie," Gardner said softly. "Ninety-four and twenty-six refugees didn't. You've carried bodies. You know how heavy they are. Now . . . they're not."
"That's horrible," Woodman said.
"No," Gardner said, flashing her light around. "It's efficient, simple and brutal. It's Wolf all over if you think about it. These things only eat dead flesh. They may get into some of the electronics but those are mostly thrashed by the infecteds, anyway. It cleans the #Quote by John Ringo
#38. If there's anything I can't stand, it's the cliche of the female handler who's always talking through the radio with your player, telling you where to go and what to do with a sexy voice. It's such a horrible, horrible cliche. You just get so tired of it. It's like, is this all she's ever going to be? #Quote by Chris Avellone