Best 72 quotes of Mandy Ashcraft on MyQuotes

The hatred was, in a word, monochromatic.

The large office had been deliberately designed so that the two sub-terranian levels were just the tiniest bit smaller, so that the building was proudly 51% conducting honest and open business, and only 49% not. Inkle and Kelvin had felt a boost of confidence from their manufactured technicality, similar to the comfort that survey results can provide when carefully polling groups more likely to give you comforting numbers.

The money he stuffed into the gaping void of family fell limply through to the floor of a mansion he lived in alone.

The payroll department was the only organized department they had, carefully and tediously ensuring no one was ever overpaid.

The pieces didn't really coordinate and could be described in no other way than 'eclectic', but once labeled 'eclectic', valuable mismatches generally become fantastically stylish. Very similar to the way adding cash value to 'crazy' results in a whimsical 'eccentric'; you have to buy more flattering adjectives.

There just seemed to be so many evolutionary layers to each individual person, some more than others, that they were able to blend their differences into a living mural the way a planet like Hessdalen never could. And never would, seeing as how it had ceased to exist entirely. It had missed it's chance.

There was an off-planet directory next to an old rotary phone that looked lost, as if it had wandered in the room and was actually looking for a more modern facility.

These were not the aliens out beaming anyone up. If anything, they'd be the ones providing apologetic form letters to the inconveniently beamed-up.

The utopian candy shell melted away to a hard center of bizarre reality.

They were feeling generously dramatic due to lack of food.

They'd sold their souls to his reminder to pick up Cheerwine and bananas.

They each raised their glasses from the puddles on the table, and clinked them together in celebration. They weren't sure what they were celebrating, but more than anything it felt like they were celebrating that exact moment in time and all of the incredible events that had to take place for it to have existed in time at all.

They had not just slipped into that frigid pool, they lived there now. They didn't want a ladder.

They had thought it was uncharacteristic of him to try and eat his cigarette in the driveway.

They stood there looking as if they'd weathered a brief but intense storm between Bagel's cubicle and the break room.

They were a paper chain of distinguished members of society, and when one caught fire, they either severed themselves or they all went up in smoke.

...they were mixing and mingling their powerful supporters together like a hearty granola of golfballs and checkbooks.

This drink is an Elixandria. It's named after our sun, that's why it's this nice orange color. The brown liquid on top is dark rum, and we pour it over to represent a setting sun. Little bit of rum? 'Dawn'. Little more rum? 'Dusk'. You looking to get drunk? 'Dark'.

Unlike in the movies, the weather seemed indifferent to his personal predicament and refused dramatic contribution. It was a rather pleasant day, in fact.

What we wanted was to see planets taste life in a way they never had.

When anything and everything you ask for is handed to you, those hands seem to blur into nothingness and you forget they're alive just like you are.

When nothing around you makes sense, everything is equally threatening.