Dee King Quotes

Mind you, no one who lives in the real world spends the whole time going around saying, ‘Oh yes,darling, I understand, let’s talk about our “feelings”, lah-dee-f**king-dah.’ People who say they’ve never had a cross word are living on another f**king planet.

On the mainland of America, the Wampanoags of Massasoit and King Philip had vanished, along with the Chesapeakes, the Chickahominys, and the Potomacs of the great Powhatan confederacy. (Only Pocahontas was remembered.) Scattered or reduced to remnants were the Pequots, Montauks, Nanticokes. Machapungas, Catawbas, Cheraws, Miamis, Hurons, Eries, Mohawks, Senecas, and Mohegans. (Only Uncas was remembered.) Their musical names remained forever fixed on the American land, but their bones were forgotten in a thousand burned villages or lost in forests fast disappearing before the axes of twenty million invaders. Already the once sweet-watered streams, most of which bore Indian names, were clouded with silt and the wastes of man; the very earth was being ravaged and squandered. To the Indians it seemed that these Europeans hated everything in nature—the living forests and their birds and beasts, the grassy glades, the water, the soil, and the air itself.

Right! Let's get on with it! All right... you... Will... have trained as apprentice to Ranger Halt of Redmont Fief these last five twelvemonths and blah blah blah and so on and so on. You've shown the necessary level of proficiency in the use of the weapons a Ranger uses- the longbow, the saxe knife, the throwing knife." He paused and glanced up Halt. "He has shown the proficiency, hasn't he? Of course he has," he went on, before Halt could answer. "Furthermore, you are a trusted officer in the service of the King and so on and so on and hi diddle diddle dee dee..." He glanced up again. "These forms really do carry on a bit, don't they? But I have to make a pretense of reading them. And so forth and so on and such like." He paused, nodded several times, then continued. "So basically..." He flicked a few more pages, found the one he was after and then continued, "You are in all ways ready to assume the position and authority of a fully operational Ranger in the Kingdom of Araluen. Correct?" He glanced up again, his eyebrows raised. Will realized he was waiting for an answer. "Correct," he said hastily, then in case that wasn't enough, he added, "Yes. I mean... I do... I am. Yes." "Well, good for you.

Louis volvió a Bangor por el puente Chamberlain y se instaló en el motel Howard Johnson, en la carretera de Odlin, cerca del aeropuerto y del cementerio Pleasantview donde estaba enterrado su hijo. Se inscribió con el nombre de Dee Dee Ramone y pagó en efectivo.

I want you! It doesn’t matter if I find someone else—they’re not you. So, I’m fucking doomed, do you understand me? Because I don’t want anyone else. And believe me, I’ve tried. But it seems that choice left me when I was five-years-old and my heart decided it belonged to you.

Well then, take this thought with you for the dark hours to come: It is a ludicrous fiction that love conquers all, but it can, in fact, conquer quite a lot. I am Iason of the Blood, Knight of Arthur, King of the Britons, reborn into dark service in the year of Our Lord five hundred and sixty. My power is vast, and for none to arrogate but by my will and decree. My services are engaged, Selina. Tell me what you need to ease your pain in this, and it is yours.

You don’t have to live the way you are living. You are a daughter of the King. You are a child of the highest God, an Heiress to the Throne.

He checked in under the name Dee Dee Ramone and paid cash for his room. He

You broke me. Not my heart, but my everything. And you think you can kiss me at sunset and I will fall into your arms? Are you fucking kidding me?

I’m so confused,” I whispered. Abby looked sympathetic. “Do you love him?” My eyes found hers. “That’s the sad thing, Abby. I never stopped.

mainland of America, the Wampanoags of Massasoit and King Philip had vanished, along with the Chesapeakes, the Chickahominys, and the Potomacs of the great Powhatan confederacy. (Only Pocahontas was remembered.) Scattered or reduced to remnants were the Pequots, Montauks, Nanticokes. Machapungas, Catawbas, Cheraws, Miamis, Hurons, Eries, Mohawks, Senecas, and Mohegans. (Only Uncas was remembered.) Their musical names remained forever fixed on the American land, but their bones were forgotten in a thousand burned villages or lost in forests fast disappearing before the axes of twenty million invaders. Already the once sweet-watered streams, most of which bore Indian names, were clouded with silt and the wastes of man; the very earth was being ravaged and squandered. To the Indians it seemed that these Europeans hated everything in nature—the living forests and their birds and beasts, the grassy glades, the water, the soil, and the air itself.

You're free to wear whatever you want, you know that." "Yes, sir. And then I thought about Dee. And I watched the king when he was talking to you, and... well, I can wear what I like, sir. That's the point. I don't have to wear something just because other people don't want me to. Anyway, it made me look a rather stupid lettuce." "That's all a bit complicated for me, Cheery." "It's probably a dwarf thing, sir." "And a female thing," said Vimes. "Well, sir... yes. A dwarf thing and a female thing," said Cheery. "And they don't come much more complicated than that.

I once read a very funny piece called “The Essential Gone with the Wind” that went something like this: “ ‘A war?’ laughed Scarlett. ‘Oh, fiddle-de-dee!’ “Boom! Ashley went to war! Atlanta burned! Rhett walked in and then walked out! “ ‘Fiddle-de-dee,’ said Scarlett through her tears, ‘I will think about it tomorrow, for tomorrow is another day.’ ” I

Some days I sat under the stars for hours. While others-if the day had been particularly brutal- I stripped out of my clothes and dove into the watery depths of my pool, just to find the silence beneath the water and let it surround me. It was something I did a lot lately. Swimming naked, to drown out the noise of my world and the things I had to do to survive in it.

Believe in love, Believe in yourself, and Believe we make our own destiny.

The problem is—he isn’t wrong. Something inside of me is broken. And I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to put it back together again.

You’ve taken everything from me. You broke us and there just aren’t enough pieces left to put us back together again.

Mama knelt down next to me. She’s real pretty, but when she gets mad she gets a fire in her eyes and a look on her face that is still pretty, but scary at the same time. Our daddy was a big, powerful man, but our mama, she could stop a train with one look.

Mama said name-calling was for people who didn’t have many words. They weren’t smart enough to get their point across. So they used mean names, instead.

Yeah, darlin’, go and make it happen.

I was an all-or-nothing kind of girl. I either held my feelings close to my chest and stayed focused, or I opened the floodgates and let everything tumble out.

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Clapton’s “Layla

Adults are weird,” she said, dusting off her knees. “I ain’t ever growing up.

Some occultists themselves believed that the authorities were showing an interest in their activities. Ronald ‘Chalky’ White, a prominent follower of the early pioneer of Neopagan witchcraft Robert Cochrane, claimed he was once visited by MI5 officers in the 1970s and questioned about rituals in which he assumed the identity of Merlin as ‘kingmaker’.119 It is possible that White made up this story in order to inflate his own importance, and it seems somewhat unlikely that British intelligence took seriously magical ritual performances in which members of the covine took on roles such as King Arthur, Merlin, Queen Elizabeth and John Dee.

The getting of treasures by a lying tongue is a vanity tossed to and fro of them that seek death. —Proverbs 21:6, King James Version

With little else left to say, he nodded and began to turn away, but stopped. He frowned as he turned back to me. “You know it was the biggest mistake of my life, right?

This recent recovery was in no way apparent in Baker’s lifetime or to a generation of writers growing up in the 1960s. Tim Dee writes that he ‘grew up thinking of peregrines as sickly’. ‘The magnificent hunter, the apotheosis of the wild, the falcon on the king’s gloved fist, was becoming as helpless as a spastic battery hen, a bird that broke its own eggs.

have assembled a partial list: Dee Brown, Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee: An Indian History of the American West; Peter Kolchin, American Slavery: 1619–1877; Henry Louis Gates Jr., Stony the Road: Reconstruction, White Supremacy, and the Rise of Jim Crow; Tina Cassidy, Mr. President, How Long Must We Wait?: Alice Paul, Woodrow Wilson, and the Fight for the Right to Vote; Taylor Branch, Parting the Waters: America in the King Years, 1954–63; and Annette Gordon-Reed, On Juneteenth. I would also recommend reading writings by or about some of the pivotal figures in the fight for political equality, such as Frederick Douglass, W.E.B. Du Bois, Susan B. Anthony, and Martin Luther King Jr.

Dee’s slurred voice interrupts my thoughts with a high pitched screech. “YO bitch, drink up! I got you one of those pull down p**sy things, no…it was the p**sy panty pull-down? Fuck.” She spits the word out with so much frustration she almost falls off her stool. She looks over at me and I can see her trying to decide if she is more confused over the correct drink name or how she got to the club to begin with. “That’s not right, Dee! Greg! Greg, tell her the right p**sy! You know p**sy, right Greg?” I laugh up at him, tilting my head to the side, wondering why his frown is wobbling. “You two are driving me f**king crazy. Just because I know my p**sy doesn’t mean I know this shit. I eat it and when drinking it down, I damn sure don’t do that out of a f**king glass. For shits sake, get some motherf**king water next time. Fuck me, the right p**sy.” He shakes his head at us both. “If you touch one more drink with a f**king p**sy in the title, we are gone, got me?” Well. He thinks he runs this show, does he?

I was sitting on the living room floor painting my toes and Dee was sitting back on the couch finishing her fingers when I yelled at him to come in. I hear the door click open and his heavy steps down the hallway, looking up I meet the fierce scowl he is famous for. “The fuck? What the hell have I told you two about letting just anyone walk into the f**king house?” He growls, yes growls at us. If this was anyone other than Greg I would be sitting in my own piss right now. “Oh, come on G, we knew it was you.” “Oh really? So, you can see through f**king wood and steel now? I didn’t realize you picked up f**king super powers. Remind me next f**king time to just have you beam me the hell over, sure as f**k will save on the gas.” Oops, guess I didn’t realize big bad protector Greg would be coming out to play.

Munich is the capital of Bavaria. It was founded in the 11th century after a bridge was built across the River Isar, next to a Benedictine monastery, an important crossing place that soon saw the growth of a fortress. Munich’s city centre sits now within these old fortifications. It offers rich shopping and plenty of good cafes, bakeries and restaurants. In addition, these old city walls encircle the Residenz, the former palace of Bavarian kings, which was once moated and has been expanded hugely over the last 700 years. Also in the city centre is the Glockenspiel, a wonderfully theatrical clock that enacts stories from the 16th century at set times during the day.

Norwegian fjords As amazing as it might sound, you can travel the Norwegian coast, viewing astounding scenery, all on public transport – it simply takes planning. By flying into Bergen – an airport bus will take you downtown – you can start a journey that will take you as far as the Arctic Circle. Trains, ferries and buses connect most Norwegian towns and villages. In fact, Norway has one of the best public transport systems in the world. It will take preparation, and it won’t be cheap, although there are bus, train and ferry passes on offer to tourists – usually for packages of five days or ten. Norwegians are polite and some may consider the natives to be a little cold, but they will never harass you or overwhelm you with questions. You will be able to dine alone without a curious stare in your direction. Downside: The ferries can face some wild weather, stick to land transport if you are likely to suffer from seasickness. To read: Norway is famous for its Nordic Noir brand of crime fiction. King here is Jo Nesbo but other great Norwegian crime writers are Anne Holt and Karin Fossum.

Edinburgh For those who like walking, Edinburgh reigns supreme. The Royal Mile runs through the centre of the tourist area connecting Edinburgh Castle with Holyrood Palace. It’s a little over a mile and, in addition to passing old Edinburgh historic sites, it is lined with independent shops, cafes and pubs along the way. For this is Edinburgh’s Old Town, all cobbled streets beneath the lofty castle. The New Town is less than ten minutes walk away and it’s far from new. Instead New Town is Georgian, built by the wealthy residents in the 18th century. Its wide streets and perfect proportions create a visual joy for walking. It’s tough to name Edinburgh’s main sites, but here goes: the castle, continuously occupied for more than 1000 years; Holyrood Palace, the Queen’s official residence in Scotland; Mary King’s Close, a preserved 18th century tenement on the Royal Mile and; the Grassmarket, a network of cobbled lanes with independent shops and cafes. I could go on. Edinburgh is particularly busy during the festival that takes place from August to early September. It began as a military tattoo, developed into a fairly high brow arts festival and has expanded to host off‐stage events from the clever to the bizarre. Edinburgh also hosts a massive Hogmanay, or New Year, celebration with music and dancing in the streets all through the night and often into the next day. The city is at its busiest during the August festival and again at New Year. Public transport by bus and tram is available from the airport to the city centre. Downside: It is an expensive place to visit at peak periods and it can be tough to find a place to stay. Your first visit should be at quieter times. To read: Edinburgh is a literary city and so many novels have

I’m ridding our kingdom of vile peasants, my Queen. Worry not—the King will make it up to you later tonight.

Jesus-fucking-Christ—who the hell do you think you are?!” “Roman-fucking-King, sweetheart,

Furthermore, you are a trusted officer in the service of the King and so on and so on and hi diddle diddle dee dee . . .” He glanced up again. “ These forms really carry on a bit, don’t they?

So tractable, so peaceable, are these people,” Columbus wrote to the King and Queen of Spain, “that I swear to your Majesties there is not in the world a better nation. They love their neighbors as themselves, and their discourse is ever sweet and gentle, and accompanied with a smile; and though it is true that they are naked, yet their manners are decorous and praiseworthy.

I want you! It doesn’t matter if I find someone else—they’re not you. So, I’m fucking doomed, do you understand me? Because I don’t want anyone else. And believe me, I’ve tried. But it seems that choice left me when I was five and my heart decided it belonged to you.

In one night, I had lost everything.

He led Dee to a concealed door directly under the broad staircase and opened it with a password in the language that the boy king Tutankhamen would have spoken.

I wish I lived on the right planet where kissing Dee Roberts wasn't a big freaking deal. Where it didn't mean I have affix a label to my forehead so people can take turns trying to figure out what caused it and what's wrong with me. And I wish I didn't have to lie so much.