Jodi Thomas famous quotes
Last updated: Sep 5, 2024
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When trees burn, they leave the smell of heartbreak in the air.
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At this rate I never want to talk to you again. Stay mad at me, Allie. It allows us to communicate in other ways.
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How many times must hope die before tears were too deep to bear?
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You go to school everyday. Folks who think they've learned everything they need to know are usually dumber than chickens.
-- Jodi Thomas
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If the poor rabbits knew I was selling their dead bodies for wine, they would be heartbroken.
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Do I do as false prophets do and puff air into simulacra? Am I a Sorcerer--like Macbeth's witches--mixing truth and lies in incandescent shapes? Or am I a kind of very minor scribe of a prophetic Book--telling such truth as in me lies, with aid of such fiction as I acknowledge mine, as Prospero acknowledged Caliban.
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I was singing in a mall, and I picked a girl to come up onstage with me. As I was grabbing her hand, I fell off the stage. It felt like I was in the air forever, flying like Superman.
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You're with me, Sadie. When you're off the clock, you're not my employee. You're my.. Air." I frowned at him. "Your air?" He grinned. "Well, girlfriend seems to be a shallow word for what I feel for you..
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Of course on air I use occasional hyperbole to tell a story.
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The first rule of all air combat is to see the opponent first. Like the hunter who stalks his prey and maneuvers himself unnoticed into the most favourable position for the kill, the fighter in the opening of a dogfight must detect the opponent as early as possible in order to attain a superior position for the attack.
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When I fart my ***** makes a trumpet sound that heralds the arrival of the smell.
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Cloisters, ancient libraries ... I was confusing learning with the smell of cold stone.
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Tonight I can smell the season the way it's usually only possible to at the very first moments of its return, before you're used to it, when you've forgotten its smell, then there it is back in the air and the flow of things shifting and resettling again.
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There is a peculiar burning odor in the room, like explosives. the kitchen fills with smoke and the hot, sweet, ashy smell of scorched cookies. The war has begun.
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