Ichabod Crane Quotes

Villainy wears many masks, none so dangerous as the mask of virtue. Ichabod Crane, "Sleepy Hollow

Such was the formidable rival with whom Ichabod Crane had to contend, and, considering all things, a stouter man than he would have shrunk from the competition, and a wiser man would have despaired. He had, however, a happy mixture of pliability and perseverance in his nature; he was in form and spirit like a supple-jack—yielding, but tough; though he bent, he never broke; and though he bowed beneath the slightest pressure, yet, the moment it was away—jerk!—he was as erect, and carried his head as high as ever.

Villainy wears many masks, none of which so dangerous as virtue...

I fear I must warn you, if that ladle finds it's way to her lips, we will be revisited by my lunch," Ichabod stated without the slightest hint of a jest. "And mine will provide it company," Rip seconded.

Irv pivoted their way, his posture ramrod straight and nostrils flaring. "I may have suggested that putting up a lookout post, and manning it with glorified vigilantes, may not be the preferable option to the current situation facing the town. And that our resources may be better utilized employing more bodies to patrol the streets as legally hired, paid law enforcement." "I take it the message was not well-received?" Ichabod said, biting the insides of his cheeks to stifle a laugh. A wad of pumpkin innards fell from Irving's hair, slapped against the tip of his nose, and landed on the polished floor with a wet squish. "Not as well as one would hope. I am going to retire for the night to scraoe and bathe this off. Good night." "Night!" Ichabod and Katrina chorused, letting their amusement spring forth in a chorus of giggles.

The act of writing, through its peculiar alchemy whereby the fruits of the mind are transformed into symbols intelligible to all literate minds—this is the greatest magic, perhaps.

My name is Leona Van Tassel,” she says with a nod. “It’s been a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ichabod Crane.

The man, an Ichabod Crane look-alike wearing a baseball cap and slippers, hauled his 80-something year-old body over a 12-foot high wood slat fence, hurtling himself to freedom.