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Sobering to think how one accursed night of baccarat can alter a man's social standing so irreversibly.
David Mitchell (Cloud Atlas)
The owner of the Agut d'Avignon had the air of a 1920s dandy who had ruined himself with one mad night of gambling at baccarat and had only been saved by this restaurant, which he seemed to cherish as if it were his wife or a good fountain pen.
Manuel Vázquez Montalbán (La soledad del manager)
As a matter of habit, I stop and pick up seashells that interest me, and I always put the ones I really like in a lovely Baccarat bowl in my living room. It's my way of remembering that I once was young and carefree.
Adriana Trigiani (Rococo)
Be that as it may, it is here that Le Chiffre will, we are confident, endeavour on or after 15 June to make a profit at baccarat of fifty million francs on a working capital of twenty-five million. (And, incidentally, save his life.)
Ian Fleming (Casino Royale (James Bond, #1))
The two cards slithered towards him across the green sea. Like an octopus under a rock, Le Chiffre watched him from the other side of the table. Bond reached out a steady right hand and drew the cards towards him. Would it be the lift of the heart which a nine brings, or an eight brings? He fanned the two cards under the curtain of his hand. The muscles of his jaw rippled as he clenched his teeth. His whole body stiffened in a reflex of self-defence. He had two queens, two red queens. They looked roguishly back at him from the shadows. They were the worst. They were nothing. Zero. Baccarat. ‘A card,’ said Bond fighting to keep hopelessness out of his voice. He felt Le Chiffre’s eyes boring into his brain.
Ian Fleming (Casino Royale (James Bond, #1))
My dad at the baccarat table, in the air-conditioned midnight. There’s always more to things, a hidden level. Luck in its darker moods and manifestations. Consulting the stars, waiting to make the big bets when Mercury was in retrograde, reaching for a knowledge just beyond the known. Black his lucky color, nine his lucky number. Hit me again pal. There’s a pattern and we’re a part of it. Yet if you scratched very deep at that idea of pattern (which apparently he had never taken the trouble to do), you hit an emptiness so dark that it destroyed, categorically, anything you’d ever looked at or thought of as light.
Donna Tartt (The Goldfinch)
Fuck you. You told me to dance with him and then choked me because we danced. Yo’ ass gon’ burn in hell!
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
Itching, itching. Skin on fire. Nausea and splitting headache. The more sumptuous the dope, the deeper the anguish—mental and physical—when it wore off. I was back to the chunk spewing out of Martin’s forehead only on a more intimate level, inside it almost, every pulse and spurt, and—even worse, a deeper freezing point entirely—the painting, gone. Bloodstained coat, the feet of the running-away kid. Blackout. Disaster. For humans—trapped in biology—there was no mercy: we lived a while, we fussed around for a bit and died, we rotted in the ground like garbage. Time destroyed us all soon enough. But to destroy, or lose, a deathless thing—to break bonds stronger than the temporal—was a metaphysical uncoupling all its own, a startling new flavor of despair. My dad at the baccarat table, in the air-conditioned midnight. There’s always more to things, a hidden level. Luck in its darker moods and manifestations. Consulting the stars, waiting to make the big bets when Mercury was in retrograde, reaching for a knowledge just beyond the known. Black his lucky color, nine his lucky number. Hit me again pal. There’s a pattern and we’re a part of it. Yet if you scratched very deep at that idea of pattern (which apparently he had never taken the trouble to do), you hit an emptiness so dark that it destroyed, categorically, anything you’d ever looked at or thought of as light.
Donna Tartt (The Goldfinch)
As I stood ready to leave for the casino, Claude cocked his head and with an elfish smile asked, “What makes you tick?” Claude was jokingly referring to the strange sounds (actually these were musical tones) he would be sending from the computer he was wearing to my ear canal, once we went into action at the roulette table. As I look back now from the future, seeing myself wired up with our equipment, I stop that moment in time and I think about a deeper meaning to the question of what makes me tick. I was at a point then in life when I could choose between two very different futures. I could roam the world as a professional gambler winning millions per year. Switching between blackjack and roulette, I could spend some of the winnings as perfect camouflage by also betting on other games offering a small casino edge, like craps or baccarat. My other choice was to continue my academic life. The path I would take was determined by my character, namely, What makes me tick? As the Greek philosopher Heraclitus said, “Character is destiny.” I unfreeze time and watch us head for the roulette tables.
Edward O. Thorp (A Man for All Markets: From Las Vegas to Wall Street, How I Beat the Dealer and the Market)
Betrayal makes my ass itch.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat: An African American Romance)
If your ass is itching that means it is dirty, brother. May I suggest a warm shower with soap?
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat: An African American Romance)
Why can’t we stay with you or the other brother? No disrespect, but it is easy to see his elevator don’t go all the way to the top.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat: An African American Romance)
Hell naw, this motherfucking man is insaneeeeee. All I need him to do is show me where my cell block is, and he will not have to worry about me.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat: An African American Romance)
When I come back with your lunch Kenya, we will talk. I have never been in a relationship before, but I know not communicating with each other is bad for our relationship.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat: An African American Romance)
It is not every day a monster like me is blessed to find a woman who has the capabilities to be his perfect counterpart. Kenya Jones will be my wife, and she will be my wife very fucking soon.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat: An African American Romance)
I believe when people lose somebody close to them it changes them, and that person they were before no longer exists.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat: An African American Romance)
His game is baccarat. Far as anyone knows he plays clean. He’s just good at it. Spends
Michael Connelly (Void Moon (Harry Bosch Universe, #9))
I played baccarat at the upscale Bellagio; roulette at the off-strip Rio; craps at the fading Riviera, whose attempts to match the gayness and glitter around her felt forced, artificial, like makeup layered on by a woman who recognizes she was never beautiful to begin with and has now, in addition, grown colorless and old.
Barry Eisler (Winner Take All (John Rain #3))
I spotted Delilah instantly. She was one of a handful of people quietly attending the room’s lone baccarat table, and the only non-Asian in sight. She was dressed plainly, in black pants and a black, shoulderless top. Her hair was pulled back and I saw no signs of makeup or jewelry. If she’d been trying to downplay her looks, though, she hadn’t been notably successful. I checked the usual hotspots and saw nothing that set off any alarms. So far, my assessment that she wouldn’t yet do anything precipitous seemed correct. But it was too soon to really know. After all, the casino, with its cameras, guards, and other forms of security, would have made a poor place for an ambush. An attack, if one were to come, would happen later.
Barry Eisler (Winner Take All (John Rain #3))
Kenya, you better wake up. Your man is downstairs acting like a madman. I told him that I personally checked Tree and Hero out and they had nothing to do with Tom’s betrayal. He is not listening to logic.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat: An African American Romance)
Look, crazy man, I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you, nor do I care. The best advice I can give you is if you are experiencing any alarming medical symptoms as a result of a recent or past incident, it would be best for you to seek professional medical help at once. Head injuries are dangerous and can be life-threatening if not taken seriously.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
Alexandur handed me the knife, and I stabbed myself in the center of my arm and then sliced down four inches from the puncture wound.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
My best friend has clearly gone off the deep end, but imma stand beside her.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
From the moment a person is born, death is the only guarantee you get.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat: An African American Romance)
Listen to me when I say this, sotie, you are either going to be with me or you are going to be with me. There are no other options.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat: An African American Romance)
The only thing I ask in return is for your loyalty.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat: An African American Romance)
Precisely, which is why I drugged your tea.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
Bill Walden and I proved what we called the Fundamental Theorem of Card Counting, which says, in a precise mathematical way, that the advantage from card counting becomes better as more cards are seen. This means the best situations come toward the end. We found that even those were tiny and rare. The reason baccarat does not have enough opportunities is because the impact of removing one card from the pack in baccarat is about one-ninth what it is in blackjack, so the effect on the house edge is correspondingly smaller. Also, the house edge to be overcome is greater, being more than 1 percent.
Edward O. Thorp (A Man for All Markets: From Las Vegas to Wall Street, How I Beat the Dealer and the Market)
We all have, I hope, enough instruction in modern science to be aware that there is no such thing as a soul in existence" —he continued. "Therefore, in proposing it as a stake for this game at baccarat, I really propose less than one hair of your head, because the hair is a something, and the soul is a nothing! Come! will you risk that non-existent quantity for the chance of winning a thousand pounds?
Various (100 Books You Must Read Before You Die, Volume 2)
Grab one of the gorgeous Baccarat crystal glasses you bought me for Christmas last year, Sophie," said Walter. "Didn't your grandmother tell you it's the only way champagne should be served?" Robert smirked and pointed to the buffet. "We certainly don't drink Dom straight from the bottle." "Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said. "How crass of me." I meandered over to grab a glass- a coupe de champagne, the oldest design, preceding flute and tulip glasses. Legend had it that the bowl of glass was modeled after the breast of Marie Antoinette.
Samantha Verant (The Secret French Recipes of Sophie Valroux (Sophie Valroux #1))
That's not to say Gilbert is just unlucky. Oh, he is, but it goes beyond that. Gilbert manages to be Old Man T's sorriest victim and, at the same time, his most indispensable collaborator. Fate and fate alone may place the banana peel in his path, but it is Gilbert who will ensure that at the moment of rendezvous he is carrying a tray of priceless Baccarat crystal which he has, in order to impress a date, borrowed without the knowledge or permission of its owner and had been hoping to return in secret.
Joe Keenan (Blue Heaven)
I never wavered from the mission: getting the best possible number and price on every game. And no matter the obstacles, via trial and error, I became the best in the world at finding that number and concealing the source. The business of sports betting might seem like quantum physics to the general public. At the highest level, it is closer to psychological warfare between bettor and bookmaker—cat and mouse, hunter and prey. The posted line is just a way to trigger the game. Some cynics assume that my goal was to put every bookie out of business—but nothing could be further from the truth. Bookmakers strive for balance. They never want to tilt too far on one side of the action. Bookies breathe easiest in the middle, taking equal money and profiting off the 10 percent juice. If a bookie was destroyed, it meant he either closed his shop or reduced his limits. Neither scenario did me any good. My goal was to keep the bookmakers in business and expand their limits. This served to increase the size of the market, which meant more potential profit for me. The smartest bookies had solved this riddle and wanted to do business with me directly. They wanted to know straight from the horse’s mouth what games I liked. If they were smart, they took my information and profited by shading their line and forcing customers to the other side, extending limits. A smart bookmaker knows there will be winners and losers. They also understand that there is no business if there are no winners. Translated: the smartest bookmakers are open to all comers—just like baccarat, blackjack, and craps. The brightest bookmakers know they can use smart money for their own benefit. Early in my career, the major-league bookmakers were Bob Martin, Johnny Quinn, Gene Maday, and Scotty Schettler. Following in their footsteps are Nick Bogdanovich, Jimmy Vaccaro, Richie Baccellieri, Matt Metcalf, and Chris Andrews. They are grand masters of the art. They know how to book. How smart are they? Well, Nick ran the William Hill U.S. sportsbook operation and then oversaw Caesars Sports trading for nearly a decade before being hired as sportsbook manager at Circa. Jimmy is the senior linemaker at the sports-betting network VSiN and vice president of sports marketing at the South Point Hotel, Casino & Spa. Richie B., who ran the counter at the MGM, Caesars, and the Palms, now works as the director of product development at Circa alongside Nick. Chris Andrews, legendary oddsmaker Jack “Pittsburgh Jack” Franzi’s nephew, is the sportsbook director and Jimmy’s sidekick at the South Point, owned and operated by Michael Gaughan, another Las Vegas legend. In 1992, Jack Binion was Nick Bogdanovich’s boss at the Horseshoe. I could bet $25,000 on a game of college football at eight o’clock Monday morning, and $50,000 on a pro football game.
Billy Walters (Gambler: Secrets from a Life at Risk)
That is a good question, Ari. Because what I want is your hand in marriage and a baby. Unfortunately for you, I am not giving you a choice in the matter.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
She has a good intuition. Leaving was the smartest thing she could do. Sadly, it would only going to give her a false sense of security.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
Four weeks, Kenya. You have four weeks to plan the wedding you want.” I frowned and then looked him in his eyes. “Are you joking or being serious, Alexandur?” “I am being very serious. I love you with every fiber of my dark soul. You have four weeks and not a day more before we make this official.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat: An African American Romance)
Oh hell naw, that motherfucker is psychotic as fuck. Let me go mind my happy-to-be-alive ass business,” Kofi stated.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat: An African American Romance)
See you later tonight, Mrs. Bucur,” Constatin stated before opening the hospital room door and walking out.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
Ari, have I not already informed you that I do not joke. You are my wife.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
Don’t let anybody play in your face. The moment you do, you lose your power to them.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
Are you flirting with me, Mrs. Bucur? If you are asking if I have a woman in my life, the answer is no. Well, I did not have one before I laid eyes on you.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 3: An Interracial Romance: Finale)
I don’t care enough about anybody to lie.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 3: An Interracial Romance: Finale)
If I ever needed proof that God showed favor in my life, all it would take is one glance at my beautiful regina mea (my queen), and people would turn green with envy.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
God, please don’t let this be my last day on Earth. You brought this man into my life. Can you control your experiments, please?
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
No. I think we were taught that love can only be sweet and gentle. That’s not the case for everybody. Some love stories are dangerous and obsessive.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
For every action, there is a reaction.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 3: An Interracial Romance: Finale)
Are you saying you ate my pussy last night, knowing that I am on my menstruation cycle?” “Ari, I did not just eat your pussy. I devoured you like a small child would a hot meal after being starved for days.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
God, not only am I married to a devil, but he is a vampire devil at that. You just be up there creating anything now, huh?
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
You cannot fuck this man. He is in the mafia. Plus, men like him don’t understand I am not available for more than sex.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 3: An Interracial Romance: Finale)
You are not a good girl. You are as naughty as they come. You may have the world fooled, but I know when someone is wearing a mask. Am I the crazy one, Brittany Gabriele, or are you?
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 3: An Interracial Romance: Finale)
Yess, yess…” she chanted. Her pussy gripped my dick even tighter, making my toes curl involuntarily. “Fuck, Ari. Cum on my dick so I can give you these babies,” I moaned.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
Look at me while I eat your pussy.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
me. Do you belong to me, Ari?” Hell Nawwwwwwww!
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
Yeah, ’cause clearly yo’ momma didn’t whoop any of y’all asses as kids. That’s why y’all insane in the brain now.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
I don’t know if this is a game you are playing or not, but I can’t get the taste of your pussy out of my mouth. This is your last chance. If you don’t want me to sit you on top of my desk and eat your pussy until you cum in my mouth again, get up and go tell Mikey to take you home.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
All week, all I could think about was putting that pretty little pussy of yours in my mouth and making you cum over and over.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
Damn, your panties are soaked. Take them off and get on top of my desk now.” I had to have the strength of Hercules to shake my head. “Take your dick out. I want it in my mouth.” Constatin moaned, and it was the sexiest noise I had ever heard. “Get on your knees. Show me how bad you want it.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
If a black woman don’t do anything else, we are going to get us some degrees.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
Brittany, I promise to do everything in my power to show you that I am the one for you, just like you are the one for me. I pledge my love, loyalty, and, in our near future, my last name to you and only you. I promise to take care of you and spoil you daily because you deserve only the best of the best. I will protect you, I will provide for you, and I will give your body pleasure until you are weak and beg for me to stop. The only promise I ask from you in return is for you to refrain from removing the ring. When the time comes, I will remove it and replace it with a better ring.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 3: An Interracial Romance: Finale)
Why are you staring at me like that?” “Looking at you makes me happy. Why would I not stare at you every chance I could?
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 3: An Interracial Romance: Finale)
Roman, all of this is amazing! What made you bring me here?” “You are rare, Brittany. A diamond in a world full of rhinestones. I wanted our first trip to be someplace rare, like you.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 3: An Interracial Romance: Finale)
Is taking a shower together code for him fucking the shit out of me? It better be.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 3: An Interracial Romance: Finale)
Can I undress you?” he asked when he finished. “Yes. Can I undress you? “I belong to you. You can do whatever you want to me.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 3: An Interracial Romance: Finale)
If I leave, how are you going to get Phoebe back?” I’m about to go to jail! “If you took my baby, I am going to kill you.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 3: An Interracial Romance: Finale)
People believed sociopaths were incapable of having emotions, but that wasn’t true. Some sociopaths do experience love. They just feel it in a different way. When a sociopath falls in love, it is in a deep, obsessive-possessive way. Feelings such as empathy or guilt are what sociopaths do not feel. Every person walking this earth is different in some way, no matter what they look like or what kind of medical diagnosis they have.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 3: An Interracial Romance: Finale)
That’s good. Is there anything you want to discuss with me?” “Yes. When you and Roman get married, I want to be the best man, not Alexandur.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 3: An Interracial Romance: Finale)
Security, I need help because a bitch is being stalked.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 3: An Interracial Romance: Finale)
Roman, one of two things are about to happen. I am either going to order an Uber, or you are going to take me home right the fuck now.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 3: An Interracial Romance: Finale)
See, that’s that bullshit I be talking about. Why can’t y’all find a nice woman, date her for a year, and then propose like normal people?
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 3: An Interracial Romance: Finale)
They lucky I wasn’t with Roman, or I would have slapped those smiles right off their faces.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 3: An Interracial Romance: Finale)
Every time one of y’all fall in love, I get caught in the middle of some bullshit. If you are about to be torturing innocent bodyguards or cutting on yourself, count me out. Y’all be tripping.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 3: An Interracial Romance: Finale)
Evil man: You can run all you want, but I will catch you. And when I do, I am going to shove my dick so far down your throat that you will not be able to talk for a week.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
Me: Now, all of a sudden, you know how to use your phone to communicate. Imagine that.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
Like the animal I was, I sucked her pussy until there was no more cum or blood coming out of her. My dick had never been so hard in all my life, and I had been taught how to please a woman at the age of fifteen.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
Cramps are not easy to get rid of. The best thing for you to do is to order her some Midol, junk food, and a heating pad to soothe the cramps.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)
Fill my mouth with your cum and blood, Ari,” I demanded and bit down gently on her clit.
Jatoria C. (The Devil Wears Baccarat 2 : An Interracial Romance)