Pt Bartrum Quotes

#1. If you keep doing that, you'll be turning in another wrecked PT Cruiser."
"You said you wanted to drive," Taylor whispered teasingly as she nibbled at his neck.
"Because I'm the man."
"Fine. I'll stop then, if that's really what you want ... "
The car careened wildly as it took the next corner.
"Fuck it," Jason groaned. "I'll buy you a new car. #Quote by Julie James

#2. HANNAH: Don't let Bernard get to you. It's only performance art, you know. Rhetoric, they used to teach it in ancient times, like PT. It's not about being right, they had philosophy for that. Rhetoric was their chat show. Bernard's indignation is a sort of aerobics for when he gets on television. #Quote by Tom Stoppard

#3. Well, PT Anderson sent me a script of Boogie Nights which I let lay around my house for about three months, then one day I'm cleaning my office and decided that I'd better read this before the guy calls me back. I never put it down, bro. #Quote by Luis Guzman

#4. Every part of my body hurt. Except my heart. I saw no one, but, strange as it was, I missed no one. I longed for nothing but food and waterr and to be able to pt my backpack down #Quote by Cheryl Strayed

#5. Elements which are similar as regards their chemical properties have atomic weights which are either of nearly the same value (eg. Pt, Ir, Os) or which increase regularly (eg. K, Ru, Cs). #Quote by Dmitri Mendeleev

#6. And this is the room One afternoon I knew that I could love you And from above you I sank into your soul Into that secret place where no one dares to go. ~Neutral Milk Hotel "King of Carrot Flowers, Pt. 1 #Quote by Autumn Doughton

#7. they slowly turned their heads to face her and their bodies followed after. They all turned around at the same time, but in slow motion. It was like something out of a horror movie. All the while, "Another Brick in the Wall, Pt. 2" by Pink Floyd was playing at a maximum volume on the stereo of the SUV. #Quote by Ann Greyson

#8. Part of me just wants to force-feed these women some spoonfuls of fatty pâté. But another part of me is dying to know their secrets. Having kids who sleep well, wait and don't whine surely helps them stay so calm. But there's got to be more to it. Are they secretly struggling with anything? Where's their belly fat? If this is all a façade, what's behind it? Are French mothers really perfect? And if so, are they happy? #Quote by Pamela Druckerman

#9. Singling out "women's fiction" for genre derision never fails to piss me off. Somehow worse when women do it. Case in pt: Editor says crowd-sourcing editorial for romance & erotica not bad idea b/c "no great artistry at stake" Yes, genre fiction not high art. But it's a craft we take seriously, writing for love of storytelling, not writing whatever sells. #Quote by Kelley Armstrong

#10. But my shift to the serious study of economics gradually weakened my belief in Major Douglas's A+B theorem, which was replaced in my thought by the expression MV = PT. #Quote by James Meade

#11. I believe that nothing is more beautiful, profound, sympathetic, reasonable, brave, and perfect than Christ. With jealous love, I say to myself, not only that his equal cannot be found, but that it does not exist. And more, if someone should bring me proof that Christ is outside the truth, then I should prefer to remain with Christ than with the truth.

[Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Letter to Natalya Fonvizina, soon after his release from Siberia. cf. The Possessed, Pt.2, Ch.I.vii] #Quote by Geir Kjetsaa

#12. For the love of God, Ma. I've spent the last two weeks with you. You're driving me fucking nuts."

"That's a fine way to talk to the woman who dropped everything to nurse you back to health because you couldn't swerve around a bomb," Ina Moretta shouted back.

"You played Candy Crush and yelled at me if I didn't turn on 'The Price is Right' everyday," Aldo roared.

"You aren't driving yourself to PT. I don't care how big and tough you think you are. So you're welcome to walk. Go ahead and hitchhike. See if I care. I didn't raise you to be a grown man who shouts at his own mother."

"That is exactly who you raised me to be! #Quote by Lucy Score

#13. -what good for us this endless creating? / what is created - then annihilating? '& now IT'S PAST'!.. '" --Mephistopheles (Faust; Pt II) #Quote by Von Goethe

#14. LIFE IS TOO SHORT TO BE UNHAPPY ... SO LAUGH INSANELY, KISS SOFTLY, AND MAKE LOVE PASSIONATELY ... #Quote by Muffin

#15. I met Ana doing free weights," Roger said. "This hard-body señorita was putting me to shame on squats, and I asked her how she got such a tight ass - "

"And then she decked you."

"Nah, she loved it! She's real proud of that butt - she should be. She took me to one of her classes, and I got hooked. She's a Zumba instructor."

Grant absorbed that information for a moment. "You do...Zumba?"

"It's great! Much more fun than PT. You just get going..." He did a little two-step maneuver on the city street, dancing to an unknown Latin beat. "Cha cha cha. Heeuh? Ana does this a little better than me..."

Grant tried to hold it in. He really did. But his body quivered, his shoulders shook, and soon a whooping laugh erupted - which lasted quite a few seconds.

Roger abruptly stopped his dance. "You judge, Madsen. Not cool. #Quote by Jennifer Lane

#16. Now," she said when all was ready and lit the silver sconces on either side of the mirror. What woman would not have kindled to see what Orlando saw then burning in the snow
for all about the looking glass were snowy lawns, and she was like a fire, a burning bush, and the candle flames about her head were silver leaves; or again, the glass was green water, and she a mermaid, slung with pearls, a siren in a cave, singing so that oarsmen leant from their boats and fell down, down to embrace her; so dark, so bright, so hard, so soft, was she, so astonishingly seductive that it was a thousand pities that there was no one there to pt it in plain English, and say outright "Damn it Madam, you are loveliness incarnate," which was the truth. #Quote by Virginia Woolf

#17. The day before yesterday, in the woods of Touques, in a charming spot beside a spring, I found old cigar butts and scraps of pâté. People had been picnicking. I described such a scene in Novembre eleven years ago; it was entirely imagined, and the other day it came true. Everything one invents is true, you may be sure. Poetry is as precise as geometry. Induction is as accurate as deduction; and besides, after reaching a certain point one no longer makes any mistake about the things of the soul. #Quote by Gustave Flaubert

#18. I voted for Lula and Dilma
not vote for more
had to yield to the facts
that the PT
they represent
this rotten ....
today they
represent the worst
already existed in our policy ... #Quote by Ariano Suassuna

#19. Theseus Within the Labyrinth pt.2

But nobody like Theseus likes a smart girl, always
telling him to dress warmly and eat plenty of fiber.
She was one of those people who are never in doubt.
Had he sharpened his sword, tied his sandals?
Without her, of course, he would have never escaped
the labyrinth. Why hadn't he thought of that trick
with the ball of yarn? But as he looked down
at her sleeping form, this woman who was already
carrying his child, maybe he thought of their
future together, how she would correctly foretell
the mystery or banality behind each locked door.
So probably he shook his head and said, Give me
a dumb girl any day, and crept back to his ship
and sailed away. Of course Ariadne was revenged.
She would have told him to change the sails,
to take down the black ones, put up the white.
She would have reminded him that his father,
the king of Athens, was waiting on a high cliff
scanning the Aegean for Theseus's returning ship,
white for victory, black for defeat. She would
have said how his father would see the black sails,
how the grief for the supposed death of his one son
would destroy him. But Theseus and his men had
brought out the wine and were cruising a calm sea
in a small boat filled to the brim with ex-virgins.
Who could have blamed him? Until he heard the distant
scream and his head shot up to see the black sa #Quote by Stephen Dobyns

#20. What would yield the greater benefit to mankind: if I spent the afternoon taking stock in my dispensary, or if I went to the beach and took off my clothes and lay in my underpants absorbing the benign spring sun, watching the children frolic in the water, later buying an ice-cream from the kiosk on the parking lot, if the kiosk is still there? What did Noël ultimately achieve labouring at his desk to balance the bodies out against the bodies in? Would he not be better off taking a nap? Maybe the universal sum of happiness would be increased if we declared this afternoon a holiday and went down to the beach, commandant, doctor, chaplain, PT instructors, guards, dog-handlers all together with the six hard cases from the detention block, leaving behind the concussion case to look after things. Perhaps we might meet some girls. For what reason were we waging the war, after all, but to augment the sum of happiness in the universe? Or was I misremembering, was that another war I was thinking of? #Quote by J.M. Coetzee

#21. Theseus Within the Labyrinth pt.1

The lives of Greeks in the old days were deep,
mysterious and often lead to questions like
just what was wrong with Ariadne anyway, that's
what I'd like to know? She would have done
anything for that rascally Theseus, and what
did he do but sneak out in the night and row
back to his ship with black sails. Let's get
the heck out of here, he muttered to his crew
and they leaned on their oars as he went whack-
whack on the whacking board - a human metronome
of adventure and ill-fortune. She was King Minos's
daughter and had helped Theseus kill the king's
pet monster, her half-brother, so possibly
he didn't like feeling beholden - people might
think he wasn't tough. But certainly he'd spent
his life knocking chips off shoulders and flattening
any fellow reckless enough to step across a line
drawn in the dust. If you wanted a punch thrown,
Theseus was just the cowboy to throw it. I'm only
happy when hitting and scratching, he'd told Ariadne
that first night. So he'd been the logical choice
to sail down from Athens to Crete to stop this
nonsense of a tribute of virgins for some
monster to eat. Those Cretans called it eating but
Theseus thought himself no fool and liked a virgin
as well as the next man. Not that he could have got
into the Labyrinth without Ariadne's help or out
either for that matter. As f #Quote by Stephen Dobyns