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I don't give a damn for a man that can only spell a word one way.


Mark Twain


#give #i #man #only #spell

Whatever happened to the dragon?" I mustered my primmest tone. "He has a name, you know." Adrian pulled back and gave me a curious look. "I didn't know, actually. What'd you decide on?" "Hopper" When Adrian laughed, I added "Best rabbit ever. He'd be proud to know his name is being passed on." "Yes, I'm sure he would. Did you name the Mustang too?" "I think you mean the Ivashkinator." He stared at me in wonder. "I told you I loved you, right? "Yes," I assured him. "Many Times


Richelle Mead


#bloodlines #cute #funny #humour #love

#Twitter: proudly promoting ghastly grammar and silly misspelling since 2006.


E.A. Bucchianeri


#grammar #grammar-humor #humor #misspelling #satirical

Writing was like digging coal. I sweat blood. The spell is on me.


Zane Grey


#coal #digging #i #like #me

Nope,” she managed. “No other questions.” Eleven centuries of captivity. Hung on his hated enemy’s study wall. Eleven centuries of not touching. Not eating. Not loving. Had he had anyone to talk to? Her face must have betrayed her thoughts, for he startled her by saying softly, “ ’Tis no longer of consequence, lass, but thank you for the compassion. ’Tis nigh over. Seventeen more days, Jessica. That’s all.” For some reason his words brought a sudden hot burn of tears to the backs of her eyes. Not only hadn’t eleven centuries turned him into a monster, he was trying to soothe her, to make her feel better about his imprisonment. “You weep for me, woman?” She turned away. “It’s been a long day. Hell, it’s been a long week.” “Jessica.” Her name was a soft command. She disobeyed it, staring out the window at the rolling hills. “Jessica, look at me.” Eyes bright with unshed tears, she whipped her head around and glared at him. “I weep for you, okay?” she snapped. “For eleven centuries stuck in there. Can I start driving again or do you need something else?” He smiled faintly, raised his hand, and splayed his palm against the inside of the silvery glass. Without an ounce of conscious thought, her hand rose to meet his, aligning on the cool silver, palm to palm, finger to finger, thumb to thumb. And though she felt only a cold hardness beneath her palm, the gesture made something go all warm and soft in her heart. Neither of them spoke or moved for a moment.


Karen Marie Moning


#jessi #karen-marie-moning #spell-of-the-highlander #love

I have a particular affliction. I am unable to say a word I can't spell.


Jessye Norman


#am #i #i am #particular #say

It's a damn poor mind that can only think of one way to spell a word.


Andrew Johnson


#mind #only #poor #spell #think

Romney economics would spell disaster for America's middle class. In this economy there are shipbuilders and ship wreckers.


Martin O'Malley


#class #disaster #economics #economy #middle

I heard the man and woman cry a warning as I frantically racked my brain for some sort of throat-repairing spell, which I was clearly about to need. Of course the only words that I actually managed to yell at the werewolf as he ran at me were, 'BAD DOG!' Then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a flash of blue light on my left. Suddenly, the werewolf seemed to smack into an invisible wall just inches in front of me.... "You know," someone said off to my left, "I usually find a blocking spell to be a lot more effective than yelling 'Bad dog,' but maybe that's just me.


Rachel Hawkins


#hex-hall #humor #rachel-hawkins #spell #werewolf

Truly, there is magic in fairytales. For it takes but a simply-uttered 'Once upon a time...' to allure and spellbind an audience.


Richelle E. Goodrich


#enchantment #fairy-tales #fairytale #imagination #magic