Archer Phrasing Quotes

I doubted it, but perhaps I was wrong. I wished, then, that I could go with Tim-quit my job at the record store, just take off and go. Maybe never return. Stay in Israel forever. Become a citizen. Convert to Judaism. If they'd have me. Tim could probably swing it. Maybe in Israel I'd stop mixing metaphors and remembering poems. Maybe my mind would give up trying to solve problems in terms of recycled words. Used phrases, bits ripped from here and there: fragments from my days at Cal in which I had memorized but not understood, understood but not applied, applied but never successfully. A spectator to the destruction of my friends, I said to myself; one who records on a notepad the names of those who die, and did not manage to save any of them, not even one

After all, it is your wedding.” Kate kicked me under the table. We always said that if we had a dollar for every time we heard that phrase, we’d be millionaires. If we had a dollar for each time it was sincere, we’d barely be able to split a latte.

You won’t let him get between my crease?” I whisper, smiling. It’s a phrase I heard one of the commentators say while I watched one of Jamie’s away games. It means to score a goal, and it sounds dirty as hell. I’m trying to make him smile. His lip curls like he’s disgusted, and I laugh. “In your crease,” he mutters. “And no, I fucking won’t.

We are gathered here today,” the Stratego began sounding like he was introducing a church service rather than a meeting. “To discuss the potential threat on campus.” Potential my ass, I thought. The threat is here, and it’s real. “It has been brought to our attention that students and soldiers alike have been more… hormonally charged than normal,” the Stratego said, his voice sticking on the phrasing. One of the only amusing things about this whole situation was seeing the various officials try to come up with the language to describe what was happening. Because saying, “The students are fucking like rabbits,” clearly wasn’t appropriate.

An ordinary archer practices until he gets it right. A Ranger practices . . .’?” He let the phrase hang in the air, waiting for them to finish it off. “Until he never gets it wrong,