#nick

It's no secret that we were sticking just about every nickel we had on the chance that people would really be interested in something totally new and unique in the field of entertainment. ↗

— Walt Disney

#chance #entertainment #every #field #had

I've been getting into Nick Drake lately, the folk singer. Sad, gorgeous stuff. ↗

— Anthony Doerr

#drake #folk #folk singer #getting #gorgeous

I keep my own personality in a cupboard under the stairs at home so that no one else can see it or nick it. ↗

— Dawn French

#else #home #i #keep #my own

I don't have any nicknames. ↗

— Sally Ride

#i #nicknames

Experience, then, was something that enabled you to do nothing with a clear conscience. Experience was an overrated quality. ↗

— Nick Hornby

#literature #literature-quotes #nick-hornby #novel #experience

Taggle, meanwhile, made himself popular, killing rats and bringing a rabbit into camp every evening, preening in the praise - silently, thank god, though at night, he recounted choice bits to Kate: "Rye Baro says I am a princeling; he split the leg bone for me so that I could eat the marrow. They love me. And I'm sure they'll keep you, too." Mira, she thought, and treasured it each time she heard it, They must keep me. Family. ↗

— Erin Bow

#belonging #boasting #hope #longing #talking-animals

Because I’ve got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding," “Why are they all high-calorie foods? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines #couple #cute #love #nicknames

Remember," he called. "Just be yourself, and everyone will love you!" Nick rolled his eyes and made a rude gesture, and Alan drove the car away laughing. ↗

— Sarah Rees Brennan

#nick #love

We all have skeletons in our closets. Some of us are just better at hiding them behind the hangers filled with clothes." "Yeah, right, you don't seem like the type of guy who has a pile of femur bones stuffed behind your collared shirts and navy blue blazers." Nick and Wilson ↗

— Gretchen de la O

#nick #wilson #young-adult #young-adult-romance #love

Charles was most comfortable by himself or, if that wasn't possible, with his pack in the wild. Talking for hours in a crowded auditorium was not on any list of things he enjoyed—or things he was good at. At least no one had died. Yet. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#charles-cornick #humor #hunting-ground #public-speaking #humor