His smile Quote by William Gibson Download Open image “His smile was the nightmare in my back pocket.(Speaking about Ronald Reagan)” — William Gibson ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.6 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare His smile Nightmare Pockets
I had a soft-spot in my heart for Ronald Reagan, if only because he was a sportswriter in his youth. — Hunter S. Thompson Copy Share Image
Arnold Palmer has what I call an 'Eisenhower smile'. Those two men, they'd smile and their whole faces would look so pleasant; it was… — Byron Nelson Copy Share Image
Everyone seemed to want a piece of Ronald Reagan. It was maddening. — Michael Reagan Copy Share Image
I'm a conservative. I was an avid supporter of Ronald Reagan; I thought he was fabulous. — Shannen Doherty Copy Share Image
“I had a soft spot in my heart for Ronald Regan, if only because he was a sportswriter in his youth, and also because… — Hunter S. Thompson Copy Share Image
“and celebrity of Ronald Reagan, and the pure brashness of Donald J. Trump.” — Corey R. Lewandowski Copy Share Image
Several things about Reagan are unusual in a public man. He was not a typical politician at all, but a private man in public… — Lyn Nofziger Copy Share Image
And so it was interesting for me to find myself very enamored of a Republican president, but Ronald Reagan was someone I thought captured… — Ed Gillespie Copy Share Image
We remember Ronald Reagan as a man who maximized his gifts from an unknown to an actor to a Governor to the leader of… — Richard Burr Copy Share Image
I had the pleasure of knowing Ronald Reagan before he became Governor of California. He was a truly great human being and we usually… — James Arness Copy Share Image
He used humor more effectively than any president since Abraham Lincoln. Reagan was not an especially warm person, but he appeared to be. Many… — H. W. Brands Copy Share Image
“We have no idea, now, of who or what the inhabitants of our future might be. In that sense, we have no future. Not in the sense that our grandparents had a future, or thought they did. Fully imagined cultural futures were the luxury of another day, one in which 'now' was of some greater duration. For us, of course,… — William Gibson Copy Share
For me, the melancholy of the late XXth Century is walking late at night by the Mont Blanc pen store and seeing these things… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“No," said Blackwell, "she won't, because that would be a violation of the very personal terms I will have established in our conversation. That's the key word here, Laney, 'personal.' 'Up close, and.' We will not meet, we will not carve out this deep and meaningful and bloody unforgettable episode of mutual face-time as representatives of our respective faceless corporations.… — William Gibson Copy Share
“Music was strange that way though; there were people into any damned thing, it seemed like, and if you got enough of them together… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
When I start writing a new imaginary future, I have no idea what it is. The characters arrive first. They help me figure out where they are living and I get to fill in the gaps with that and where we are. So when I get to the end of the process of composition, if I feel that I have… — William Gibson Copy Share
Hollis thought he looked like William Burroughs, minus the bohemian substrate (or perhaps the methadone). Like someone who'd be invited quail shooting with the… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
Fiction is an illusion wrought with many small, conventionally symbolic marks, triggering visions in the minds of others — William Gibson Copy Share Image
I don't generate a storyline and then fill it out in the course of writing. The story actually generates in the course of the… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“What happened to your arm?" she asked me one night in the Gentleman Loser, the three of us drinking at a small table in… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“In Heathrow a vast chunk of memory detached itself from a blank bowl of airport sky and fell on him. He vomited into a… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
And, for an instant, she stared directly into those soft blue eyes and knew, with an instinctive mammalian certainty, that the exceedingly rich were… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his. With a guilty little smile he pulled my hand toward… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Ancient eyes had stared at me, filled with ancient grief. And something more. Something so alien and unexpected that I'd almost burst into tears. I'd seen many things in his eyes in the time that I'd known him: lust, amusement, sympathy, mockery, caution, fury. But I had never seen this. Hope. Jericho Barrons had hope, and I was the reason… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell. — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
How was your night?" I asked, my voice carefully neutral as I attempted to break the ice. My spying adventures still hung uncomfortably between… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
After the survivor of the Spanish conquest has told his life's story he is convicted by the Inquisition: He posted no brief in defense or mitigation of his offenses, and when he was most solemnly advised by the Court President of the dire consequences he faced if found guilty, Juan Damasceno volunteered only one comment: "It will mean I do… — Gary Jennings Copy Share
Forever this time," he said as Sawyer strode toward them. Tara sighed blissfully. "You know what this means, right?" "I'm done guessing," he said.… — Jill Shalvis Copy Share Image
Okay," I said. "I'd hoped to avoid this, but... Bill, I rescind your invitation into my house." Bill began walking backward to the door, a helpless look on his face, and my brush still in his hand. Eric grinned at him triumphantly. "Eric," I said, and his smile faded. "I rescind your invitation into my house." And backward he went,… — Charlaine Harris Copy Share
Your mortal attachments are like a puppet’s strings," Avari said, both hands clasped casually at his back. "One need only pluck the right cord… — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
