Jd Heathers Quotes

His adolescents are displaced aristocrats who have lost their kingdom and wealth, which was childhood. [On J.D. Salinger]

This may sound like a stupid question..." Veronica bit her bottom lip, hesitant on her intuition. "There are no stupid questions," JD replied. "You inherit five-million dollars on the same day aliens land on the planet and say they're going to blow the planet up in two days. What do you do?" She asks. "That's the stupidest question I've ever heard," The boy in the trenchcoat sniggered, but continued. "I'd probably row out to the middle of a lake somewhere, bring along a bottle of tequila, my sax, and- uh, some bach." He finally answered the stupid question. "How vary.

Ozzy asked, tilting his head back and peering at Heather and Tammi-Jo down his long, crooked nose. “Is this a Cagney & Lacey reboot? If

Sometimes, to stop evil—true evil—you have to do a bad thing. Even if you don’t want to. Even if you know it’s wrong. Even if it eats you up for the rest of your days, sometimes, good people have to do bad things.

Ace continued. “Is this a punishment of some sort? Did you deliberately flaunt the rules again?

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Upon being given this news, Tammi-Jo had drawn a handprint on a Post-it, spent a full minute considering where it should go, then had stuck it to the wall a good eighteen inches away from any of the other notes. Then, without a word of explanation, she’d peeled it off and stuck it back on upside-down.

Sadly, as he was currently doing fifty along the M8, the air guitar wasn’t an option.

While they’d waited for the solicitor to arrive, she’d fidgeted in her seat, clicked the top of her pen somewhere in the region of six hundred times, and drawn a small family of ducks at the top of a notebook page. And then, below that, the extended family.

If you were going to be the creepy old guy who cut open dead people for a living, he’d once told Heather, you might as well do it in style.

The area was embracing gentrification, with new cafes, coffee shops, and even a vegan restaurant run by bearded men in checked shirts and leather waistcoats. Presumably fake ones.