Copacetic Quotes

You mean, to storm or fire Gaea must fall?” “Oh…” Leo grinned even wider. “You know, I like your version a lot better. ’Cause if Gaea falls to me, Mr. Fire, that is absolutely copacetic.

I am copacetic with leaning on the sacred, but I need to make sure all the mundane bases are covered before we break out the crystals and incense for a good chant.

me if everything was all right. I replied, “Everything’s copacetic.” And it was in fact “copacetic”—our word for “fine and dandy.

Regular praise for even the smallest of accomplishments is the only thing that keeps Ham-it-up Histrionics anywhere near copacetic. Don’t waste your breath on criticism of any sort. Histrionics will always believe that the problem is with your perception rather than their behavior. Anyway, if you remember the praise, you can pretty much forget about everything else.

On stage James Brown seemed like a wild man, but everything had to be perfect, offstage and on. Shoes shined, suits pressed, hairdos duded up to the copacetic nth degree. He’d fine the band if they played a wrong note. He’d fine them if they forgot shirts, shoes unlaced, if they swore. And I feel the same way! When one of Brown’s bands started to complain he just got rid of them in the middle of a tour and had another one sent out from Cincinnati. It was like boot camp. He was tough on his guys.

Can you believe Howell was using my shampoo? Dude doesn’t even have any….” Dex’s voice had Sloane moving away from Taylor. His partner looked from Sloane to Taylor and back. “Hair. Everything okay?” Taylor grinned widely, his intense gaze on Sloane. “Everything’s copacetic, Agent Daley. See you on the field.” “Sure.” Dex watched Taylor stroll off whistling to himself, before he turned to Sloane. “What was that about?” “Just straightening something out. You gonna get dressed, or you plan on hanging out in your undies all day?” Dex pulled his uniform out of his locker and gave him a wink. “Don’t want other dudes checking out my sweet ass?” Despite

Everything copacetic?

What I’m trying to say, Ruben, is that meeting this horrible man and his horrible wife, it made me realize something. It made me realize I don’t believe in anything anymore and not just that, but I don’t care. I have no beliefs and I’m OK with it; I’m more than OK, I’m glad . . . I’m glad I’m getting older without convictions . . .” “What’s Judy always saying, and her friends? ‘It’s copacetic’?” “It’s copacetic.” She retook my arm and we walked on, a pair of sweethearts in the snow. Our block was totally socked in. Hedgerows of snow. The pearly humps of cars. We shuffled up the steps to our door, where the snow was soft and powdery and, even at the topmost step, under the overhang, calf-high. I think of it as a blessing: may you never lock your door . . . may you never have to lock your door . . . I opened the door and—resisting the impulse to sweep her up like a bride—held it open for Edith. She stepped inside. She crunched onto the mat and bent down to untie her laces but stopped and turned and clung to me. I looked over her shoulder, through the lens fog, and saw our new television cabinet tipped over face-first, its screen shattered, and the youngest Netanyahu boy curled fetal atop a mound of gingerbread house scraps and glass.

We were copacetic.

So sorry,” Calypso said, waving his cigarette in a slow circle. “I should have asked before I lit up. Does anyone mind if I smoke?” “Duh, yes,” Josh snapped at him. “It’s a filthy habit. And it’s making my eyes water. I have very sensitive—” “But I don’t like you,” Calypso said. “Does anyone else mind, or are we all copacetic?

There have been approximately 200,000 years of what we generally regard as 'human history,' and in less than 1 percent of those years has it been broadly agreed that it is not entirely copacetic to remove a man’s head because he refuses to pray to your favorite god.

I blinked at the black man. “Are you the Syrian?” “Boy, I’m from Compton. The man ain’t here. We gonna search you again, and get you back on the road.” “Why do you have to search me again?” “Coz that’s the way we do things. Get your ass out of there.” Wander gave me the ugly smile, which he probably took to be encouraging. “You checked out fine, bro. Everything’s copacetic.” The black guy stepped back so I could get out in the tight space between the van and a dark green Ford Explorer. They brought me into an empty house to search me, but Wander stayed with the van. It was the last time I saw him. A

John could be moody. When he was hungry, when he was tired, when he was ill, when his leadership was threatened, when he was humiliated, when he was irritated over the least little thing, when he was suspicious of someone, when he was jealous, when he was provoked in the least, when he was anything but copacetic, he bared his claws. The group had learned to endure and wait it out until John’s aggravation eased. “Misery,

copacetic.

The American empire is a modern imperialist power structure. That which it cannot seize through irresponsible and immoral corporate bargaining, it will take by force by pitting local indigenous factions against each other, while backing one to overthrow the other. Once successful, the force that was backed will either be copacetic to US interests or be painted as a threat to its national security and exterminated through military invasion.

Harry, I’m not going to bullshit you and tell you everything is copacetic,” Ballard said. “But I told them, if you go, I go. I said that directly to the chief.

copacetic,

She does? Well, that might not be copacetic for me. I’m allergic to cats,” Widow lied.

To feel the sun and see the orange light leak through the skin of my eyelids is copacetic-squared. Sight