Totally Kyle Quotes

I have a dress fitting to get to at three.' (Simon) 'Cool,' said Kyle, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder and heading for the door. 'Get them to make you something in red. It's totally your color.

Fine, I'll touch you, briefly, but only because you sound like you need the praise that your body's hot, and I'm totally selfless like that.

The perfect mate can give you the big O with a single touch. He can make you feel sexy, delicious, and totally kick ass. No, wait, that’s ice cream. Never mind.

If you think you need something for you to be happy, you make that thing your god. When you realize that the belief that you need any circumstance to be a certain way for you to be happy is a lie, you are totally free.

Kyle: Right, dude. Like I totally don’t even see you as black, Manny! [Manny laughs at this, but Justyce can tell his heart isn’t in it. The statement makes Justyce think about those handcuffs… these fools might not “see” Manny “as black,” but Justyce knows damn well the police would.]

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Well, she kinda sorta has a few dozen plans on getting out of the city.” Quiet descended. The Protectors had something similar. Only they limited escape routes to five. Apparently little Victoria was hugely paranoid. “Fine,” Wren huffed. “She has fifty-two and a half.” Liam had to bust in then. This was getting too good not to participate. “Fifty-two and a half?” He pushed away from the wall and flopped into a chair across from the irate woman. “Well, fifty-two complete routes and the half is more of a ‘run around in a circle and scream because she’s totally fucked in a bad way’ plan. Somehow it involves the Goodyear blimp and Jolly Ranchers.” The woman grimaced, and he couldn’t restrain his wide smile.

I was coming off months of anxiety for his safety and frustration that he chose to keep going back. I wanted to count on him, but I couldn’t. His Team could, and total strangers who happened to be in the military could, but the kids and I certainly could not.

That guy over there in the corner is totally looking the other way,” Jace observed, pointing at the TV screen. “A spinning wheel kick would put him out of commission.” “I can’t kick people in this game. I can only shoot them. See?” Kyle mashed some buttons. “That’s stupid.” Jace looked over and seemed to see Simon for the first time. “Back from your breakfast meeting, I see,” he said without much welcome in his tone. “I bet you thought you were very clever, sneaking off like that.

No sweets! We're talking total ice cream lockdown!" Kyle called. "Don't make me get the kale!

While total avoidance of the wayward brother is not necessarily instructed, it is the case that contact with the sinning brother or sister should be confined to interaction that would bring to mind the guilty party's sin and constantly urge the impenitent party to return to the fold.

There's a chance my present has ceased. If that's the case—if I'm gone—I had two hopes: to map a way of healing form a form of violence I never totally understood, if it's understandable at all, and to provide a guide on how a person in the present of their lives might speak the unspeakable. Language failed me for many years. All I did was run and scream. That might be my legacy, too.

We found out that Chris would be deploying very soon after Bubba was due. I was so thrilled about being a mother that doing it on my own for six months or so didn’t scare me. The fact that Chris wouldn’t be there to share his early days weighed on my heart, but otherwise I was confident and ready. Right? You may suspect where this is going. I planned to stay out on maternity leave as long as possible, then get some help once I had to go back to work. I remained on the job until a couple of weeks before my due date. I was as big as a house and twice as hungry. Bubba-Chris’s nickname for our son-would move around every so often. Like most moms-to-be, I wanted to share the sensation with my husband. And like many fathers-to-be, Chris was just a little nervous about that. “He’s moving,” I’d tell Chris. “Want to feel?” “No, no, I’m good.” Here’s a guy who is totally calm under fire, who can deal with all sorts of difficult physical situations, to say nothing of severe wounds-but put a pregnant belly in front of him and he turns to timid mush. Men. “I don’t know what that thing is,” he said, trying to explain his squeamishness. “When the baby’s born, that’s my baby.” There’s a reason women are the ones who have the babies. Though I will admit that seeing my stomach move and poke out on its own did remind me of the movie Alien.

I award you 1 Frank point. Congratulations, you’re finally on the board.” “Frank point? I can’t believe you have a point system. Actually, scratch that: I totally can. How long have you been sitting on this?” “I just made it up about an hour ago. I didn’t feel like scoring you on a ten-point scale left me enough room to articulate how disappointed I am in you as a person.” “Okay, so I’ve got one point,” I said. I pointed a gun at Roly. “What about the big guy over there? What’s he at?” “Roly currently has nine thousand and fifty-six points.” I threw my hands up in the air. “Really? Roly has over nine thousand points? The bug that licks you against your will? That you met, like, hours ago?” “Sure, but Lars said that he literally ate a guy,” Frank said. “We both know you can’t compete with that. And yes, I deducted points for the licking. But at the same time, I’m also not surprised that I’m delicious, so I can’t exactly hold that against him.” I suppressed a gag. “Please don’t refer to yourself as being delicious ever again. What about Darling?” “Darling has 18,600,068 Frank points.” I sighed. “Yeah, that sounds about right.” “She is currently in second place. Truly rarefied air.” “Wait, second place? Who’s winning?” “Me. I thought that would have been obvious.” “It probably should have been. I’m almost afraid to ask, but how many points do you have?” “Ninety trillion and counting. But I’m Frank, so I’m kind of untouchable when it comes to Frank points.

I guess it may not make any sense to anyone else, but I felt this strange mixture of feelings, all across the spectrum. I was so mad at him for leaving the kids and me on our own. I wanted him home but I was mad, too. I was coming off months of anxiety for his safety and frustration that he chose to keep going back. I wanted to count on him, but I couldn’t. His Team could, and total strangers who happened to be in the military could, but the kids and I certainly could not. It wasn’t his fault. He would have been in two places at once if he could have been, but he couldn’t. But when he had to choose, he didn’t choose us. All the while, I loved him and I tried to support him and show him love in every way possible. I felt five hundred emotions, all at the same time.

21. Mr. Koenig reports that Ms. Griffin commenced approximately five minutes of hysterically expressing disappointment at her son’s choice of friends. 22. Mr. Koenig reports that the subdued response on the part of Kyle Griffin and his companions indicated that “they were totally wasted.” 23. Mr. Koenig reports that Ms. Griffin suddenly lunged at a girl with a teddy bear safety-pinned to the back of the her jacket. NARRATIVE CONTINUATION BY OFFICER: Upon arrival, I identified myself as Seattle PD. I attempted to pull Ms. Griffin off the teddy bear, which appeared to be causing her acute distress. I informed Ms. Griffin that if she did not lower her voice and step into the hallway with me, I would have to put her in handcuffs. Ms. Griffin started screaming at me with profanity, “I’m a model citizen. These druggies are the ones breaking the law and corrupting my son.” I grabbed hold of her left arm. Ms. Griffin screamed profanities at me while I placed her in handcuffs.

ACTION FREES YOU FROM IDEOLOGY “The world is always close to catastrophe. But it seems to be closer now. Seeing this approaching catastrophe, most of us take shelter in idea. We think that this catastrophe, this crisis, can be solved by an ideology. Ideology is always an impediment to direct relationship, which prevents action.” Jiddu Krishnamurti Action immediately frees you from your ideologies. The switch is one of impossible (and invisible) reconciliation of warring ideas to total harmony. Focusing on the work or situation before you as it is makes it clear. The most obvious choice becomes clear as you pay attention. When you let go of an idea of how things should be then you open yourself up to the best current choice. This is easy to perform in work or sports, provided we have some experience with them. It’s more difficult in relationships with other people. Our expectations for how our parents, significant others, or bosses should behave makes us blind to how we could act given the current circumstances. We shouldn’t apply romantic ideals to others if we wish to connect with them. (Even the expectation that they lift their expectations should be lifted.)

What bothered me wasn’t so much the girl’s obvious flirting, but the fact that Chris hadn’t cut it off. I mean, two-hundred-plus messages? Come on! But my reaction may have been over the top. “I don’t need this shit!” I yelled, storming into the bedroom where he was still asleep. I threw my coffee-lukewarm, fortunately-all over him. “What? What?” he mumbled, not yet awake. “Get the hell out!” I screamed. There were a lot of expletives. As a Navy SEAL, Chris had surely heard worse-even from me-but he was completely caught off guard. “I’m not hiding anything!” he protested when he realized from my tirade what I was mad about. I continued to let him have it. “The kids can hear you,” he said finally. “Good!” I screamed. On and on-it was a good rant, let me tell you. I completely and totally lost it. Chris got up and left, wisely seeing that as the smart thing to do. I was still frothing. My dad came in, no doubt wondering why his daughter had turned into the Wicked Witch of the West. I showed him some of the messages. “Look at this! Look at this!” I shouted, as if my father were Chris’s defense attorney. “What do you think of this? Why would he do this?” “These are no big deal,” said my dad. “It is a big deal. This how it starts.” I was furious. If I hadn’t had the one experience with the old girlfriend, maybe I wouldn’t have gone so ballistic. In any event, I just saw red.

Paul tells us that, "The wages of sin is death." That's the bill. Our choice to sin has created a barrier between us and God, taken a toll on our relationship with Him that we can't fix, repair, or pay off on our own. Let's not minimize the situation. We've lived in offense to a holy, righteous God, who reigns in justice. We deserve death for what we've done. Like the Prodigal Son, we've robbed honor from our Father. We have scorned His provision and fled from His house. We have chosen wild living with strangers over a relationship with Him. Like the Prodigal Son, we've told God we'd be better off if He were dead. We've lived in ways that prove our distrust and disbelief in Him. We've chosen a path that leads to starvation and death, so that's what we deserve. Despite all of this, God offers us a brand-new inheritance -- one that has been reclaimed and redeemed by His Son, Jesus Christ, who came to earth and died for our sins. The bill was totaled up, and Christ died to settle that bill. After being crucified, He rose to life again, and He now beckons us home, having prepared a place for us. In the fullness of our sin, God responded with the fullness of His grace through Jesus Christ.

We were both changing and growing in totally separate worlds. He had no firsthand knowledge of mine and I had no firsthand knowledge of his.

Was she a woman? Yes. Was she a total bitch who fought dirty? Fuck. Yeah.

These people were complete fucking idiots. And worse, they were complete fucking idiots who thought they were geniuses. The most dangerous kind, but just the kind the American people loved to vote for.

Humans often seem to feel that they are the totality of their deeds, while dwarves believe that they are defined by what they have built and defended.  Elves, though, are very much the sum of our memories and experiences,

through stinging eyes at the computer monitor. He was exhausted but the man on-screen didn’t seem to be. He continued to dig through the rubble of the house above and had now been joined by his

The most terrifying thing about writing this book was how little I had to make up. Between actual historical power outages, government assessments of power grid vulnerabilities, and official estimates of the casualties that a long-term outage would generate, much of the book wrote itself. Having said that, things like the details of how attacks would best be carried out and specific locations of critical infrastructure have been purposely obscured or fictionalized.

We called the CEO of Apple to see if there was anything they could do to help us. We expected him to say no like usual, but that didn’t happen. It turns out that when they’re losing a billion dollars a day and thinking they might starve to death, they suddenly remember the back door they built into their encryption.” “You’ve got to be kidding.” “Nope. Took ’em less than five minutes.

When her last name had still been Voronova,

A slippery bunch, the fairer sex. On a grand scale, they couldn’t get much done.

Agency’s monitoring of ISIS communications, Muhammad Nahas and his replacement technology expert

he was actually a key person in Halabi’s orbit. His educational background is in physics but he seems to be knowledgeable in pretty much anything relating to technology.

The slide changed to a picture of Kattan walking down a narrow cobblestone street, head down

faces were familiar: CIA director Irene Kennedy, who had recruited him as a kid;

But they were masters of the mind game.

which of his enforcers are still alive. What we do know is that Muhammad Nahas has taken over leadership.

The slide changed to a picture of Kattan walking down a narrow cobblestone street, head down and collar up against what appeared to be a stiff wind. “This was taken yesterday in southern Spain. Granada to be precise.

Rapp perked up at that. He’d love to put a bullet between that son of a bitch’s eyes.

MOSCOW RUSSIA

SOUTHEASTERN OHIO USA

I JUST texted you the address,” John Alton said. “Key’s under the mat.

THE WHITE HOUSE WASHINGTON, DC USA

her counterpart at the FBI, Darren Phillips; James Templeton,

the chairman of the Joint Chiefs; and a wild card he hadn’t seen in years—TJ Burton, the head of FEMA.

meeting the enigmatic PowerStation there tomorrow morning.

people who bought a copy of Islam for Dummies on their way to join ISIS.

renaissance man who Halabi relied on to keep him connected to the modern world.

All right, Claudia. Give us what you’ve got.

FAIRFAX STATION VIRGINIA USA

This is the target. Hamal Kattan. He doesn’t look like much,

FEDERICO GARCÍA LORCA AIRPORT GRANADA SPAIN

JOHN Alton’s eyes moved from the deep blue carpet to the portrait of some old white guy

This was taken yesterday in southern Spain. Granada to be precise.

KREMLIN in your language means fortress inside a city, but most people don’t know this.

she was faced with not only Pavel Kedrov, the director of the SVR, but with the president of Russia himself.

But it was Joshua Alexander who began striding toward him.

He had just entered the last month of his presidency and was looking very forward to that month ending.

day after tomorrow, Kattan is scheduled to fly from Granada to Washington, DC, via Barcelona and New York.

he’s going there at the orders of Muhammad Nahas to meet someone.

ELIZABETH Dawson stepped on a dry branch,

CIA HEADQUARTERS LANGLEY, VIRGINIA USA

CENTERVILLE VIRGINIA USA

CAPITOL COMPLEX WASHINGTON, DC USA

MITCH Rapp gave a quick knock on the Oval Office door and then entered.

dystopian

WEST OF MANASSAS VIRGINIA USA

It turned out the international language wasn’t love—it was fear.

That CIA bitch had an almost supernatural ability to ask the right questions.

Feisal Ibrahim, the tech expert he’d met before. The one who had helped him dispose of his former boss’s body.

Claudia Gould’s native French but Anna’s answer was in English. It had become a battle of wills between her and her mother.

was just after 10 p.m. and John Alton had been driving a mix of

You told us not to carry any.” “So, no phones. No smart watches. No radios. Nothing that has an electrical charge or battery.

OVER THE SIERRA NEVADA MOUNTAINS SOUTHERN SPAIN

Sonya Voronova leaned back in the kitchen chair and stared blankly at the computer screen.

he was tough as nails and motivated as hell.

Claudia Gould, the woman Rapp lived with and who also happened to be Coleman’s logistics director,

NEAR FAYETTEVILLE WEST VIRGINIA USA

Jordi Cardenas, the head of Spain’s national intelligence agency, held out a hand and Rapp took it.

Sayid Halabi was rotting in the Somali desert thanks to Scott Coleman

WHEN the plane finally began to descend, Mitch Rapp turned to the window and examined the grid of runways and buildings

the Madrid-Barajas airport.

A LIGHT mist condensed on Sonya Vance’s windshield, turning the forested mountains around her

Sayid Halabi was rotting in the Somali desert thanks to Scott Coleman,

MADRID SPAIN

but much of the elite team the ISIS leader had assembled was still on the loose.

seemed to be re-forming under the leadership of a former Iraqi army captain. He was no Sayid Halabi,

A LIGHT mist condensed on Sonya Vance’s windshield, turning the forested mountains

You have nothing to fear, but fear itself… And Ninja Zombie Hookers. I know no one thinks they’re real, but just wait until the zombie apocalypse comes and we’ll see who’s laughing then.” — Maya O’Connell, Prima of the Ridgeville Pride and woman who is totally prepping for zombies.

Even from her distance, Darcy heard Trace yelling at Ember loud enough to shake the building. Kyle leaned up against the wall with a slight grin on his face. "Understand now?" "Yeah, she's going to go deaf." "Probably, but she totally had it coming." "It must be nice to have someone love you so much to shout at you until you're disabled," Darcy said almost dreamily.

There’s this whole quote about you can’t lose what you never had, you can’t keep what’s not yours, and you can’t hold onto something that doesn’t want to stay. My answer: I can totally steal that shit, it was mine first, you lying whore, and amazingly enough if you tie the right knots it ain’t leaving.