Grew Up Sarcastic Quotes

The other thing is, as we grew up, people had a way of making us feel uncomfortable when they saw us using imagination. When we came up with new ideas they were often greeted with smears or sarcastic laughter or comments such as that’s a crazy idea. It won’t work. It’s never been done before, or we always do it this way and so on. These are idea killers. And, I’m sure you’ve heard them and many, many more. They stifle creativity. Sometimes, too often really, we use them on others. But even worse, we use them on ourselves. We actually kill our own ideas before they’re given a chance to prove themselves one way or the other.

Hunter grew impatient with his struggling captive and caught a handful of her braid to hold her still. “There, I’ve got her. The nose is worst. On the end where it curves up. Her forehead, too, tah-mah.” Warrior dabbed juice and smiled. “She doesn’t like me. Come to think of it, she doesn’t seem any too fond of you.” Leaning farther forward, Hunter took another look at her face. Her eyes were as big as a startled doe’s. Twinkling laughter lit up his own. “She doesn’t look as if she wants to spit today, eh? Give me a week, and she’ll be broken to ride.” “You blow like the wind.” Warrior raised a sarcastic eyebrow and tossed aside the used mullein. “You taught me all I know about being a warrior, tah-mah, but when it comes to reluctant women, you are as clumsy as a new bear cub.” “That’s because they’re never reluctant.

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Bill said, “I met this man at Fangtasia. He’s been published by a small regional press. He’s written several books.” Bill sounded quite respectful; he had great admiration for the written word. “What was he doing at Fangtasia?” I asked, diverted. “He interviewed me and Maxwell Lee, since we’re both native Louisianans. He was hoping to do a collection of Louisiana vampires’ histories. He wanted to listen to our recollections of the times we grew up in, the historical events we’d witnessed. He thought that would be interesting.” “So, a ripoff of Christina Sobol?” I tried not to sound sarcastic. Sobol’s Dead History I had been on all the best-seller lists a couple of years before. Amazon had sent me a notice to tell me that Dead History II would be out in a month. These books, as you may have guessed, were vampires’ reminiscences about the times they’d lived in. Harp Powell was doing a regional twist on a national best seller.