Mcnulty Quotes

Essentially, we become more selective about the fucks we're willing to give. This is something called maturity. It's nice; you should try it sometime. Maturity is what happens when one learns to only give a fuck about what's truly fuck-worthy. As Bunk Moreland said to his partner Detective McNulty in THE WIRE: "That's what you get for giving a fuck when it wasn't your turn to give a fuck.

Mason, E, 2nd LT: I take this as a declaration of war. Presuming they don't line me up against a bulkhead and shoot me after my court martial tomorrow, I will be making sweet, sweet love to your sister by the week's end. This I solemnly vow McNulty, J, Sgt: ezra don't joke about my sister I ****ing warned you Mason, E, 2nd LT: sweet McNulty, J, Sgt: chum Mason, E, 2nd LT: sweet McNulty, J, Sgt: mason Mason, E, 2nd LT: lurrrrrrve

People don't live in New Orleans because it is easy. They live here because they are incapable of living anywhere else in the just same way.

I’m going to friend the shit out of you, Freddie McNulty.

McNulty, J, Sgt: and if that works McNulty, J, Sgt: u must name ur first kid james in my honor Mason, E, LT 2nd: >_> McNulty, J, Sgt: if it’s a daughter u name it jamette Mason, E, LT 2nd: 0_o

Where is your homework?" Mr. McNulty asked. It's with Ariel. "There's no such thing as homework," I said. "What?" "I mean, I left it at home.

McNulty, J, Sgt: Mason, if u no send, I will make it my mission in life to teabag you while you sleep

Perspective was my secret weapon, and books gave me plenty of ammunition.

And we will mess up. We will hold on when we should have let go. We will walk away when we should have run. We will go when we should have stayed and we will hurt others when we should have loved. But God forgives, He forgets, and best of all, He restores.

Heart, You Bully, You Punk by Leah Hager Cohen and The Whereabouts of Eneas McNulty by Sebastian Barry.

the first ENIAC programmer team was all-female: Kathleen McNulty, Betty Jennings, Elizabeth Snyder, Marlyn Wescoff, Frances Bilas, and Ruth Lichterman, known later as the “ENIAC Girls.

Maturity is what happens when one learns to only give a fuck about what’s truly fuckworthy. As Bunk Moreland said to his partner Detective McNulty in The Wire (which, fuck you, I still downloaded): “That’s what you get for giving a fuck when it wasn’t your turn to give a fuck.

Evil grows richest in a soul most pure.

A Ford motorcar is a magical thing in the night with the spraying lamps against the pitch road and the smell of metal and perfume under the clothy roof.

The story of grace is the Gospel of not just forgiveness, but also of redemption. God uses the weak, the ones who have failed and the ones who had run out of second chances long ago.

I went to give this back to the—the lady. She wasn’t there, but you left Elgar.” I snatched the pieces from Jurij’s hands. “You went back to the shack? What were you going to say? ‘Sorry we were spying on you pretending you were a monster, thanks for the dirty old rag?

area waiting to be dumped in the incinerator.  Officer Burroughs didn’t care if those waiting for execution instigated the riot or not.  He just wanted to make an example.  Determined to demonstrate his authority, he had twenty men randomly rounded up. Officer Burroughs raised his arm as his officers

Take up the torch. Lift it high. Let fear be scorched. Let Tyranny die.

Officer Burroughs couldn’t believe his ears.  The man sang the old song from the foolish rebellion of 125 years ago.  A group of people had decided that the individual was better than the collective society.  Government forces cut them down easily and

more humorous looks. One I noticed actually had been carved into a bat holding a ghost. Artistic, I thought to myself knowing I would never be able to duplicate that. Greg and I walked through the double

God doesn't ask us to understand, but He does ask us to trust.

All around us God is writing a grand story of His love and He invites us to let our lives fill the pages.

They are terrorists whose only goal is to destroy us with their misguided notion of individual liberty. Liberty. What a laughable concept. Freedom is the desire of selfish men who care only for themselves and not their fellow man.

Order returns to his addled head, and God no longer breaks eggs there in the morning" from "The Whereabouts of Eneas McNulty

Jack Warner’s metaphoric comparison to the Gold Rush was no exaggeration. People came in droves from every town and city on a journey filled with high hopes and endless heartache. Then as now, Hollywood attracted gypsies and con men, shysters and dreamers, and—very occasionally—people with talent.

TABLE 4-1 The top eleven: percentages, shares, and value at IPO Name Percentage Implied shares outstanding Value at IPO price ($53) First closing price ($70.38) Henry M. Paulson Jr. 1.100% 2,915,210 $154,506,120 $205,172,466 Jon S. Corzine 1.100% 2,915,210 154,506,120 205,172,466 Robert J. Hurst 1.100% 2,915,210 154,506,120 205,172,466 John A. Thain 1.050% 2,782,700 147,483,114 195,846,445 John L. Thornton 1.050% 2,782,700 147,483,114 195,846,445 Daniel M. Neidich 0.900% 2,385,172 126,414,098 167,868,381 John P. McNulty 0.900% 2,385,172 126,414,098 167,868,381 Lloyd C. Blankfein 0.900% 2,385,172 126,414,098 167,868,381 Michael P. Mortara 0.900% 2,385,172 126,414,098 167,868,381 Richard A. Friedman 0.900% 2,385,172 126,414,098 167,868,381 Robert K. Steel 0.900% 2,385,172 126,414,098

look on her face, I know that she is using every ounce of strength she has to make it up

I cannot leave this castle, Olivière! I do not know one person in this village from the next. I blink and they die. I die and they would not know—they could not imagine the depth of the pain I feel.

I sighed heavily. He was making no sense. Leave it to me to wind up with the recluse with little grip on his sanity

I need to speak with the lord of the village. It’s … it’s urgent.” The man scoffed. “I can tell. You seem to have rolled out of a muddy pond and caught your dress on a hundred branches. Perhaps you also bumped into a fair maiden, making off with her apron.” I forced myself to smile. “Not far off. But the mud is just the color of the dress.” “Of course. It suits you.” “Thanks.

My children, I have heard your screams, seen your tears. You stirred my heart at the first cry, and so I leaped from the mountains and fell for ages, watching you suffer for years on end. At last my feet have touched the ground. You are no longer alone

She seemed to have lost a front tooth since the last time we’d had the pleasure of talking face to face. Or, rather, face in face.

I’d like to be excused now.” I stood up. Half-a-dozen specters surrounded me on either side before I could take one step. “Sit down,” said the lord behind the black curtain. “Please.” I did not. “I’m not feeling well,” I said through clenched teeth. “You have not eaten enough. Food will improve your temper.” A few well-placed stabs from Elgar the Blade to his abdomen might “improve my temper.

When you live in a world where evil is allowed to flourish, you get used to it.

Death comes for us all in the end,” replied

What is life without a few bruises to toughen our character?

The atomic bomb brings the men home from every quarter of the earth because the war is not so much over as stunned back into history...

Death is a door to another room of your life.

She remembered Klanor speaking about a place he always liked to visit, a place at the heart of the Twelve Sectors, one that many visited because of its rich blues and unique wildlife (it was home to the Wingabur, a rare species that was somewhere between a bear and a pigeon) and flowing rivers of water the color of sunset orange.

Alfric ran ahead of his men, 20 in number, his bearskin cloak (made from the same bear he had killed in his youth) flapped behind him, exposing his kyrtill (and the gold embroidery marking his station as king) as they chased the enemy army that had—foolishly—dared to invade his kingdom and steal the treasures that he had brought back from his journey south.

She turned a corner, dodging into another person’s yard (decorated with a blue picnic table and patio umbrella with daisies painted on it, despite the shabbiness of his neighbors), before diving through a loose board in the wood fence (its edges rotted) and into another alley, and forced to squeeze past an abandoned, green Cadillac (with rusted fenders and a missing left, rear tire) that nearly blocked her path.

Once again, she had been forced to flee for her life from Jenny Sommers (the popular girl in her school who always had the latest clothes in fashion, dated the star football quarterback in a clichéd high school romance, and had recently received a Lexus convertible for her birthday) and her friends, who were just as spoiled.

Essentially, we become more selective about the fucks we’re willing to give. This is something called maturity. It’s nice; you should try it sometime. Maturity is what happens when one learns to only give a fuck about what’s truly fuckworthy. As Bunk Moreland said to his partner Detective McNulty in The Wire (which, fuck you, I still downloaded): “That’s what you get for giving a fuck when it wasn’t your turn to give a fuck.

As Bunk Moreland said to his partner Detective McNulty in The Wire (which, fuck you, I still downloaded): “That’s what you get for giving a fuck when it wasn’t your turn to give a fuck.

Officer Burroughs mercilessly eyed the men lined against the wall outside in the center of the Waste Management Plant.

Darwyn took a deep breath and smiled at me. “I see you found your way, Your Majesty.” Tayton grimaced and stepped around Darwyn to sit in the open chair beside me. “Is this another one of those things from your childhood I don’t get to know about?” Darwyn nudged Tayton’s shoulder playfully with his fist and tugged on the back of his brother’s chair. “The elf queen, remember? I told you about that.” Sindri got up from his chair and sat in the one Roslyn had vacated so Darwyn could slip in beside Tayton. “Oh. Right,” muttered Tayton. He did his best to stay grumpy, but I thought I saw his pouted fishy lips almost straighten into a smile. “Did he leave out the part where he found the whole elf queen thing obnoxious?” I asked. Tayton shook his head. “Nope. Got that part pretty clear. He probably fancied himself someone who’d eventually usurp you.

Well, if it’s any comfort, she’s bound to realize soon enough that you haven’t gone off to die, and you’ll get your dog back in the chaos that ensues.

and the force of public opinion, tiny though the public here may be, is a thing so violent violence is not needed to carry it.

again. ‘I do remember terrible dark things, and loss, and noise, but it is like one of those terrible dark pictures that hang in churches, God knows why, because you cannot see a thing in them.’ ‘Mrs McNulty, that is a beautiful description of traumatic memory.