Quote by Anne Eliot Download Open image ““I'd rather be in Forks? I shop the HOB? What do these even mean?!”” — Anne Eliot ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.4 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“It is easy to forget that a fork is simply a knife with several blades.” — James L. Richardson Copy Share Image
“There’s no love lost between Hob and high-Lammer. The Hobs work our factories, sail our ships, wash our clothes. They are the beetle-back on which our city is built. And they do not have a gentle love for us.” — Cat Hellisen Copy Share
“I’d never own a Hooters, because while I may be the face of the franchise, people only ever look at the breasts. Makes me… — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
Forks are absurd, he scoffed. They insult your food. They make it think you're killing it twice. — Clare B. Dunkle Copy Share Image
“How anyone can be that dumb and still be able to eat with a fork is beyond me.” — KD McCrite Copy Share Image
“A hobo walks by in a suit made of today's newspaper. A guy chases him, shouting. "Wait! I haven't read the business section yet!"… — Zoltán Komor Copy Share Image
“Not a fork...not a spoon...a fpoon. what will you Germans think of next?” — Key pelle Copy Share Image
“Can somebody tell me why it is that trips to Home Depot are like potato chips, you can never have just one?” — Aaron Blaylock Copy Share Image
“won’t be able to live with myself if I don’t at least try to convince you of my feelings. Not after that kiss. Not… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“Tatooine, huh? So awesome you know Star Wars facts,” he adds nodding. “Do you ever watch the animated stuff?” Grin. Grin. Grin. I'm seriously… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“He shrugged happily. “Let’s make plaid, canvas and compasses my absolute trademarks. Dustin McHugh. All plaid. All canvas. All the time. And I’m never… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“He’s so good at his job, that I’ve fallen for him, the mirage of him being my boyfriend, all of it. Like everyone else.… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“I hop onto the stage and joke-sing: “The Phaaaanntom of the Opera is there, innnnnside your mind.” I attack the curtain with a flourish… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“My heart races and I look away. “Well I care. So, write it down. For nine weekends and eight thousand dollars, what's yours is… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“I pass off a few more résumés and jet away from her and that cinnamon smell, reserving the last paper in my hand so… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“I’m living in fiction. It’s perfectly okay to be in love with any and all fictional boyfriends, even if they aren’t yours.” — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“look back. She's crossed her arms and is tapping her ugly shoe on the carpet. “You're doing it again,” she says. “What?” “You're turning… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“She's trapped me on the front side of the counter. Way. Too. Close. To. Her. LIP-GLOSS.” — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
