#dex

One of the things that I've always thought I would like to do is to develop an environmental index. Then people can measure their own environmental performance on an index as they do in other ways. ↗

— Maurice Strong

#develop #environmental #i #index #like

Whenever I am sent a new book on the lively arts, the first thing I do is look for myself in the index. ↗

— Julie Burchill

#arts #book #first #first thing #i

She's smart, she's funny and she's not afraid to take risks. Not to mention that she's beautiful, sexy and charming. You know it, I know it, and soon everyone else will know it. The only person who doesn't know it is her because of archaic fuckheads like yourself telling her otherwise. ↗

— Karina Halle

#beauty

I was trying to be a better man, Perry. For you.” I shifted in my seat. “Dex…” “And I’ll keep trying,” he quickly said, voice low and somber. “Until I get it right. ↗

— Karina Halle

#experience

In order to know the true situation of a Planet at any particular time, the small set of balls are to be put each on its respective axis; then the winch to be turned round until each index points to the given time. ↗

— David Rittenhouse

#axis #balls #each #given #index

At the age of eleven or thereabouts women acquire a poise and an ability to handle difficult situations which a man, if he is lucky, manages to achieve somewhere in the later seventies. ↗

— P.G. Wodehouse

#dexterity #men #poise #superiority #women

But it's different for a girl, and Astor is at the age- It's not too dry, is it?" She said, frowning at my plate. "It's perfect," I said. "It is dry; I'm sorry. So I thought maybe if you would talk to her," Rita finished. I truly hoped she meant talk to Astor and not the pork chop. ↗

— Jeff Lindsay

#dexter-morgan #age

Love shouldn’t require Windex to be clear. It either is or it isn’t. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#clarity #dating #finding-the-one #he-s-just-not-that-into-you #holding-out-for-the-best

She stared at me "You have a message," she said. "On you machine." I looked over at my answering machine. Sure enough, the light was blinking. The woman really was a detective. "It's some girl," La Guerta said. "She sounds kind of sleepy and happy. You got a girlfriend, Dexter?" there was a strange hint of a challenge in her voice. "You know how it is," I said. "Women today are so forward, and when you are as handsome as I am they absolutely fling themselves at your head." Perhaps an unfortunate choice of words; as I said it I couldn't help thinking of the woman's head flung at me not so long ago. "Watch out," La Guerta said. "Sooner or later one of them will stick." I had no idea what she thought that meant, but it was a very unsettling image. "I'm sure you're right," I said. "Until then, carpe diem." "What?" "It's Latin," I said. "It means, complain in the daylight. ↗

— Jeff Lindsay

#humor #serial-killer #dreams

Nor, when he had seen that it was no use, that he did not possess in himself the power to move fundamentally or to hold Judy Jones, did he bear any malice toward her. He loved her, and he would love her until the day he was too old for loving--but he could not have her. So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#love #dreams