Best 72 quotes of Mandy Ashcraft on MyQuotes

Although relocating to a state he imagined he'd not even used in a sentence since grade school was not in his life plan, it had seemed like a glittering offer slid across a table off of which he couldn't afford to eat.

...as if his bank account wasn't about to see numbers it would have to take a remedial math course just to identify.

A stock photograph of a smiling couple was meant, presumably, to bring comfort to the brochure-reader. If the faux couple being paid to grin while staring slightly off to the right could be happy, so could you.

But there's a sense of camaraderie in that, in knowing that you're on the same team of players all looking to play a different game.

...celebrating in a sea of little more than cacti and a billion stars.

Every loving, endearing, romance of language he published in the newspapers about the haunted mansion had only been to lower her guard. To weaken her. To lure her. To keep it from being demolished before he got the chance to bleed her of everything she'd ever been worth.

...everyone holding a check pad is an aspiring something-else.

For the cost of their service, they were enthusiastically organized.

Freelance' means I can take watermelon breaks and no one can yell at me.

...from sweaty-palmed anxiety blooms vivid imagination.

He'd chain-smoked so heavily over the years in the vicinity of that travel bag that he wouldn't be surprised if the leather had developed a tumor.

He didn't think his mother's brother used drugs and yet the number of spoons and trap house Feng Shui seemed to keep the option open.

He ended up smashing several fax machines for the failure they represented to him, but of course had to pay for them because of what they represented to the Best Buy stores in which they'd been smashed.

He felt to be two tea bags away from making some progress on the entire situation, and that was a precise calculation. Any caffeine drinker excels in this area of mathematics.

He inquired with the confidence of anyone trying free samples at a grocery store and putting on an Oscar-worthy performance of a person that was going to come back and buy it all later.

He smiled at her, the same smile stapled to the mask of every career politician.

He was a powerful man; he had powerful contacts, and two hidden office levels that, although weren't dungeons, could be used for anything his desperate mind set out to do.

He was no stranger to middle fingers anyways; in Texas he had worked for a graphic design company, and the art world is overflowing with such fingers. At times almost exclusively.

He wore a tailor's masterpiece of obsidian fabric so expensive that it would've been personally offended to have been referred to as a 'black suit'. It was a really nice black suit.

His brain didn't want her to go, and he was afraid his subconscious would badger it's only witness into believing she didn't have to.

His eyeballs felt as if they'd been removed, dry roasted, salted, and replaced.

His undeniably impressive resume might as well have said he designed an updated swastika for the modern Neo-Nazi, the way brick walls had been put up around his entire field of work.

I doubt there's any significance in a second-to-last breath.

If Bagel's face was a lump of clay on a pottery wheel, it'd been rapidly thrown from an angry grey blob to a rather enthusiastic vase.

If 'quaint' was a piano's Middle C, Marfa was a B-flat; it was peacefully strange.

In fact, all of their other problems were misfiled within that problem, and red tape sealed it all shut.

In order to cope with death, you need the correct punctuation. Not a final period, not a comma as on Aleya, but a chance to fill in the blank--- life, 'dot dot dot'.

It sat proudly basking in the warm glow of the street lights; it wasn't a menacing 'enter at your own risk' sight at all. More of a 'come in if you'd like, if not then have a lovely evening' picturesque artifact of the Old South.

It smelled overwhelmingly of floral air fresheners being used to disguise the scent of marijuana, which works like a charm if you only ask the people smoking the marijuana.

It was a beaten-down level of sharing responsibility; a frail society holding each other's hands just to keep from falling over.

It was almost beautiful if you didn't think about it ever, at all.

It was as if a mad scientist had sold all of his important tools and chemicals at a yard sale, leaving a makeshift laboratory of scrap materials that the neighbors didn't want.

It was as if humans' lives didn't end per se, but kind of trailed off with punctuating ellipses. After that third dot it was open-ended, brilliantly poised for anything one could imagine. Earth was warm with potential like that.

It was humanity's way of shrugging 'I don't know, what do you think?' Humanity also had a rather difficult time handling the answers to it's own question.

It was impeccably clean, and smelled like an old library might smell if someone was eating a Subway sandwich in it. Because someone was eating a Subway sandwich in it.

...it was one of his more charming and less murderous, conspiring qualities.

I wasn't sure if I'd imagined you and it'd be very telling of my mental state if I was bringing sodas to something I'd imagined.

Mens formalwear is not conducive to such un-refined things as cowering in an office corner, or curling up in the fetal position on a desk.

Over all, it appeared to be some sort of drug or money laundering front that was having a terribly difficult time of not coming across as both.

Rock bottom had turned out to be more greasy and hairy than rocky.

She was an anomaly of her own universe and of his, and represented the collision of everything he'd ever known and everything he'd ever wanted to.

She was angry and humiliated and hurt, but she wasn't belligerently vicious. She was clever.

She was fantastically beautiful, so even though her words sounded like fragile utopian glass that would shatter horrendously on Earth in about five minutes, it sounded nice when she said it.

Sorry it took me so long to get back here. I went out front to smoke, and then I saw Angel's truck was unlocked and made myself a burrito with a crushed up fortune cookie inside,' said the only person they knew that would say that, carrying the little grey kitten. He pulled a wet paper fortune out of the beans. 'My burrito says 'Keep your eye on the prize'.

So you're Charity?' he asked, trying to ease the tension. Her current behavior was not fitting of the name; her parents must have had less kidnapping-related ambitions for her.

Standard procedure; the usual high volume of paperwork required to even sneeze on another planet.

That's the unfortunate part about historical structures in general; however breathtaking they might be, if the walls could talk, they might actually sob.

The brochures remained perfectly stacked, looming over their conversation, mocking his failure with their pristine tri-folds.

The doors closed behind him, and Kelvin was swallowed into the elevator shaft that took him back down to the belly of his self-made monster.

The driver had recently scraped an 'AMRAK is Love' decal from his back window, leaving a sticky residue of his former beliefs.