Zed All Quotes

Xavier, you have given me more grey hairs than all my sons put together.’ Saul frowned, then corrected himself. ‘To be fair, you and Zed. Just try not to add to them tonight.

I wasn't thinking all of them—just Zed and Victor. Zed as the seventh son has a touch of most of our skills and can hold us together when we do a joint investigation. He’s a pain in the neck but a useful one.

But I’ve kept first of March as my birthday as I like to tease Zed about dating an older woman. And my parents wouldn’t understand if I told them about the soulfinder bond and tried to change it.” “They don’t know?” “Well, I think they’ve picked up that there’s something special between Zed and me but I’m not sure how I’d even start to explain to non-savants. I was exactly overjoyed when Zed filled me in about it all the first time.” “What did you do?” “Thumped him with a shopping bag and told him he was a jerk.” “Ouch.

Thou whoreson zed! Thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him. *all cheer for Shakespearean insults*

So, I want to go kill someone tonight," I announced. All conversation stopped. "Just... someone?" Zed was the first to recover. "Like, anyone? Or someone specific?

I think it’s different for everyone, but all of us ignore warning signs and information to seek out the truth with our own eyes, or to hold on to hope where there is none.

Programmers are like magicians who fool everyone into thinking they are perfect and never wrong, but it’s all an act. They make mistakes all the time.

Is it zombies that need to be destroyed for the sake of humans? Are we the monsters after all?

What will you do once you have the key?” Mia asks. “We’ll be able to break into every bank in the world!” Captain Dread declares proudly. “We can open every lock, everywhere!” “Um,” Harley says. “Banks don’t have keys anymore. They have codes, and scanners, and swipe passes. A key isn’t going to help you break into a bank.” The pirates all stop looking for the key and look at each other, confused. “We’ll just use it for anything with a key then!” “Like what?” I ask. “Like… the candy store.” “They use a swipe code for their locks.” “Hotels?” “Swipe cards.” “Government buildings?” “Codes.” “Food shops?” “Scanners.” “Safes?” “Dial codes.” “Cars?” “Keyless.” “Houses?” “Um…” I think about that for a moment. “Yep, I think most houses still use keys. You could use it there.” “Then we will break into every house in the world!” Captain Dread declares again. “We will enter any house we want to, at any time. With the possession of the Skeleton Key, we will be unstoppable! We will be the unstoppable pirates!” “Captain Wed, if you go into my house,” I say. “Can you check that my pet bunny rabbit has enough food? I am not sure if I gave him enough food before I left.” “No! I will steal things from your house; not feed your bunny rabbit!” “We can’t let him have that key, Charlie,” Harley whispers to me. “He will have too much power. We will have to keep the key a secret from him.” “Captain Zed, you are not going to steal anything from me. You can get off this boat now,” I say, as I pick up my backpack full of Super Spy gadgets.

I am not a good man. There are many things I have done wrong in my life: mistakes, regrets, failures. In this, most men are the same. But in the end, all we can truly hope is that we are at least better masters, better fathers...Better friends than we had.

must have salt and pepper here. The silence gets to me, and with a surge of frustration, I decide I’m not going to give in to it. So I start to talk. And I keep talking even though Mack doesn’t reply with more than an occasional grunt. I tell him all the news I can think of about our friends back home. Halbrook is now the biggest town in the area with a thriving school, two churches, and a clinic. Esther, who we met by chance on a trip we were making a few years ago, is now the principal of the school and also newly pregnant with her and Zed’s second child. Layne and Travis are still living in their little cabin in the mountains, but they’re planning to move to Halbrook within the next year because their oldest, Abigail, is now five and will need to attend school soon. They’ve also got a three-year-old boy named Michael, a one-year-old boy named Benjamin, and are pregnant with their fourth, so they can’t live so isolated anymore.

I—” Fear paralyzed his tongue. His shoulders stiffened again. Conversely, his knees wobbled. It was too soon, too late. Not the right time...would he ever find the right time? Zed pulled him closer, so close they touched all the way down. Warm arms gathered him close. “Shh,” he whispered against Felix’s temple. “It’s okay. I know.

both zed and zee were used interchangeably in both British and American English, alongside a whole host of other more outlandish names for Z including izzard, shard, ezod and uzzard, all of which have long since fallen out of use. Of the two, zed is the earlier, derived at length from the name of the equivalent Greek letter zeta and first attested in written

New Girl was now starring Zed La'Frank a female Spinosaurus. Mad Men became almost unwatchable due to the fact that Don Draper was now played by an flamboyant Velociraptor. Game of Thrones was made up of an entire cast of Triceratops, all whom had never even acted before. It seemed like the dinosaurs were getting a kick out of taking over our greatest entertainment and replacing it with their talentless artists. It was infuriating.

Then again, if I couldn't let my walls down around Zed of all people, maybe I really was the broken, heartless bitch Seph thought I was.

It was a sunny day when Farooq-Lane, Ronan and Hennessy approached the house. A workday. It was quiet. All around, people were puttering about on their ordinary city business, business that relied on the principle that today would become tomorrow. Even if they had been one of the many who’d seen the bomb’s apocalyptic vision, none of them could have guessed that the sunny day they’d seen then was very likely the sunny day they were living now. Farooq-Lane was mired in the paradox of premonition: The vision had said she and the Zeds would be there at the end of the world, and so they were here now, kicking off the end of the world. Would the apocalypse still go on if they simply never showed up at this building? Or would the vision have reflected that, too? Cause and effect felt murky as the day was bright.

You coming, Hades?" the bastard called out to me, smug as fuck. "Or have you already conducted all the auditioning you need?" It took a second, but when Lucas clicked the pieces together, I could have died. The hurt and anger that crossed his gorgeous face was almost enough for me to shoot Zed in the fucking kneecap. Mother. Fucker. Gritting my teeth, I rolled my shoulders and adopted my normal, harsh, resting bitch face once more. "Lucas is here for a front-of-house job, Zed," I snapped, brushing past both men with my spine ramrod straight. "Nothing more. Come along, then.

Cass had just sent me my very own sex tape with Lucas. Crap. "Is that porn?" Seph squealed, sitting up on my bed and snatching for my phone. I dodged out of her reach, hitting the close button on the side of my phone to cut both audio and video, just in case. "Dare! Show me!" "Hell fucking no," I exclaimed, dancing away from her and pointing at my door. "Now get out of my room; I need to call Zed." Seph stood up, her fists on her hips in outrage. "Zed was here all night; you could have talked then." Her brow creased, then she gasped. "Oh my god, is that home porn? Did you and Zed—

On 7 December 1941, all major combatant ships at Pearl Harbor were in condition "X" with two machine guns manned and two 5-inch anti-aircraft guns with ready ammunition and crews near at hand. After the attack began, the ships assumed condition "Y" or "Z" as rapidly as possible. The battleships had been in port for several days and had been refueled. Most of the ships were ninety-five percent full of fuel oil. The degree of closure of water-tight doors and hatches is determined by the conditions named. Condition "X" is the minimum safety condition, while condition "Z" is the battle closure condition. Condition "Y" is between the two. These are usually designated by their alphabetical names, that is "X-ray," "Yoke," and "Zed.

Look, the predictive algorithms have worked beautifully for ages. We have saved scores of lives. We have averted countless terrorist attacks. We have enhanced the quality of life of all verified users. There have been a couple of recent glitches but, with respect to the families of the dead, it is absurd to suggest these are anything more than exceptionally unusual anomalies. Due to the zettabytes of data we have amassed, we have a unique understanding of the human soul, of its desires and intentions, of the desires and intentions of humans in general and humans in particular. We have offered this unprecedented knowledge of the past, present, and future to the security services and the police, to combat the extreme threat from terror and keep our people safe. You are the beneficiaries, and you are complaining.

Zed had the best of intentions. He wanted to push that delicate relationship balance between us in a way I'd been quietly hoping he would do for ages. Yet all it'd done was resurface my badly patched trauma and thrown me straight back into the past when I was seventeen, naïve as fuck, gaslighted at every waking moment, and abused behind closed doors by my sociopathic fiancé.