W Quotes
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“What’s there to think about? I say we make a choice here and now on this crusty shell-patterned couch. Will we live the lives they want us to live? Or will we blaze our own trails and set sail? Let’s at least give it a shot before we can only wish we had. We can always come back and get a real job and start again.”
Source: Seaweed Pirates
“What’s this ”
“A needle.”
“What should I do with it ” He’d walked right into it. Too easy.
“Please use it to pop your head. It’s obscuring my view of the room.”
Source: Magic Bleeds
“What’s this?” Alec said, looking baffled.
“It’s a girl,” Jace said. He moved closer to the redhead, who stood with her feet braced apart, her hands on her hips, clearly with no intention of being scared away. He was vaguely aware of her loose shirt, unbuttoned over a tank top. Of the pulse at her throat and the rise of her breath. “A mundie girl,” he said. She was definitely, definitely not a demon. Her skin was lightly freckled, her eyes green mixed with gold. “And she can see us."
“Of course I can see you,” she snapped. “I’m not blind.”
Source: We Jace you a Clary Xmas
“What's this business about the 'little man in the canoe?' If it's big enough for a canoe, it's too big for me.”
Source: Horse Latitudes
“What's this?" he inquired, none too pleasantly. "A circus?"
"No, Julius. It's the end of the circus."
"I see. And these are the clowns?"
Foaly's head poked through the doorway.
"Pardon me for interrupting your extended circus metaphor, but what the hell is that?”
Source: Artemis Fowl
“What's this one, Mum? There's no return address, and there's like, five stamps on it. Who's it from?"
Leaning forward to get a closer look at the stamps, I didn't notice the fleeting look of immense sadness pass over her face.
"Oh it's nothing, darling."
I raised my eyebrow at her. She sighed.
"An overseas friend. You wouldn't know her."
And before I could ask what 'her' name was, Mum had left the room.”
Source: One Day You'll Find Me
“What's this place called?' He told me and, on the instant, it was as though someone had switched off the wireless, and a voice that had been bawling in my ears, incessently, fatuously for days beyond number, had suddenly been cut short; an immense silence followed, empty at first, but gradually, as my outraged sense regained authority, full of a multitude of sweet and natural and long forgotten sounds: for he had spoken a name so familiar to me, a conjuror's name of such ancient power, that, at its mere sound, the phantoms of those haunted late years began to take flight.”
Source: Brideshead Revisited
“What’s this thing?” The boss looked at the package with rolling eyes.
“We don’t know. It was left in the bin outside.”
“We answered a call on the desk phone and we were told to go look outside in the bin, the voice said.”
The boss looked at the shit standing by the chair.
“You answering calls now? Thought you two should be working along side Ritterman?” He looked at Ritterman.
“I told them to man the phone.” Said Ritterman.
“ Ritterman. These two are new detectives who need experience. I said take `em with you, always.”
“First they need to learn the basics of handling strange objects.” Ritterman held up his hands.
“Don’t do anything without a pair of these.” He waived his hands like a singer on stage. The two shit heads looked embarrassed.
“Anyway, what? Who’s gonna open this and find out what’s inside? Ritterman?” Asked the boss.
“Boss, maybe we should hand it over to forensic first and they can test it for substance. Before any of us get some horrible shit on our hands.”
“What's this? This mourning is mine forever.”
Source: Virgin
“What's this? You don't need me anymore? Why not let me go in peace."
"Don't be naive, why would we let you go back to an enemy kingdom?”
Source: Sensiti
“What's to be believed? Or does it matter at all? When mass murder's been answered with mass murder, rape with rape, hate with hate, there's no longer much meaning in asking whose ax is bloodier. Evil, on evil, piled on evil. Was there any justification for what they did—or was there? We only know what that thing says, and that thing is a captive. The Asian radio has to say what will least displease it's government; ours has to say what will least displease our fine patriotic opinionated rabble, which is what, coincidentally, the government wants it to say anyhow, so where's the difference?”
Source: A Canticle For Leibowitz
“What's to come is greater than what has passed.”
“What's to rationalize? You mean you shouldn't pray if you haven't got your s--t together? This is another fairly common misconception of faith, which is that people who go to church, or people who pray, or people who talk about their religion must be, somehow more pious or ethically rigorous or have more morally cleansed lifestyle. The high correlation is supposed to be between faith and your search, the depth of your search, your willingness to try, your willingness to admit error, your hope and belief in the ultimate meaning and value of that search.' - Timothy Shriver”
Source: After Camelot: A Personal History of the Kennedy Family - 1968 to the Present
“What’s true of counterfeiting money should also be true of counterfeiting humans. If governments took decisive action to protect trust in money, it makes sense to take equally decisive measures to protect trust in humans. Prior to the rise of AI, one human could pretend to be another, and society punished such frauds. But society didn’t bother to outlaw the creation of counterfeit humans, since the technology to do so didn’t exist. Now that AI can pass itself off as human, it threatens to destroy trust between humans and to unravel the fabric of society. Dennett suggests, therefore, that governments should outlaw fake humans as decisively as they have previously outlawed fake money.[54]
The law should prohibit not just deepfaking specific real people—creating a fake video of the U.S. president, for example—but also any attempt by a nonhuman agent to pass itself off as a human. If anyone complains that such strict measures violate freedom of speech, they should be reminded that bots don’t have freedom of speech. Banning human beings from a public platform is a sensitive step, and democracies should be very careful about such censorship. However, banning bots is a simple issue: it doesn’t violate anyone’s rights, because bots don’t have rights.[55]
None of this means that democracies must ban all bots, algorithms, and AIs from participating in any discussion. Digital agents are welcome to join many conversations, provided they don’t pretend to be humans. For example, AI doctors can be extremely helpful. They can monitor our health twenty-four hours a day, offer medical advice tailored to our individual medical conditions and personality, and answer our questions with infinite patience. But the AI doctor should never try to pass itself off as a human.”
Source: Nexus: A Brief History of Information Networks from the Stone Age to AI
“What's true of other people is also true of places: to know deeply is to love more. To know the secrets of a place, to read it on many levels, and to sense the vastness of the unknown is, I think, the key to love.”
Source: Unseen City: The Majesty of Pigeons, the Discreet Charm of Snails & Other Wonders of the Urban Wilderness
“What's truly sexy about a woman isn't what she wears. It isn't how much time and attention she spends on her hair. It's no that her bra matches her panties. It's the way she thinks, moves, speaks. That's what's sexy about a woman.”
Source: Touch Me
“What’s up, Albert?”
“Well, I’ve done inventory at Ralph’s, and I think if I had a lot of help, I could put together an okay Thanksgiving dinner.”
Sam stared at him. He blinked. “What?”
“Thanksgiving. It’s next week.”
“Uh-huh.”
“There are ovens at Ralph’s, big ones. And no one has taken the frozen turkeys. Figure two hundred and fifty kids if pretty much everyone from Perdido Beach shows up, right? One turkey will feed maybe eight people, so we need thirty-one, thirty-two turkeys. No problem there, because there are forty-six turkeys at Ralph’s.”
“Thirty-one turkeys?”
“Cranberry sauce will be no problem, stuffing is no problem, no one has taken much stuffing yet, although I’ll have to figure out how to mix, like, seven different brands and styles together, see how it tastes.”
“Stuffing,” Sam echoed solemnly.
“We don’t have enough canned yams, we’ll have to do fresh along with some baked potatoes. The big problem is going to be whipped cream and ice cream for the pies.”
Sam wanted to burst out laughing, but at the same time he found it touching and reassuring that Albert had put so much thought into the question.
“I imagine the ice cream is pretty much gone,” Sam said.
“Yeah. We’re very low on ice cream. And kids have been taking the canned whipped cream, too.”
“But we can have pie?”
“We have some frozen. And we have some pie shells we can bake up ourselves.”
“That would be nice,” Sam said.
“I’ll need to start three days before. I’ll need, like, at least ten people to help. I can haul the tables out of the church basement and set up in the plaza. I think I can do it.”
“I’ll bet you can, Albert,” Sam said with feeling.
“Mother Mary’s going to have the prees make centerpieces.”
“Listen, Albert…”
Albert raised a hand, cutting Sam off. “I know. I mean, I know we may have some great big fight before that. And I heard you have your fifteenth coming up. All kinds of bad stuff may happen. But, Sam—”
This time, Sam cut him off. “Albert? Get moving on planning the big meal.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. It will give people something to look forward to.”
“What's up?" [asked Ford.]
"I don't know," said Marvin, "I've never been there.”
“What's up, Bella?" he asked with a big grin.
I rolled my eyes. "Same old, same old."
"Yeah," he agreed. "Bunch of vampires trying to kill you. The usual.”
Source: Eclipse
“What's up?" Doug asked with a loud whisper as he swung the door open. His short blond hair was in a state of disarray and the pajama pants he wore were horribly wrinkled. The poor guy looked like a disheveled mess. Pressing his finger to his lips, he stepped back and gestured for Sadie to come in. "Emily is finally asleep, and if she wakes up, I might actually cry.”
Source: Vampires Never Cry Wolf
“What's up?" I asked.
You tell me," he said. "You were the one about ready to start making out with Adrian."
It was an experiment," I said. "It was part of my therapy."
What the hell kind of therapy are you in?”
Source: Shadow Kiss
“What's up, Tommy?" Newt exclaimed, his face filled with genuine happiness at the pleasant surprise that'd been sprung on them. Thomas couldn't remember exactly how long it'd been since the last time he'd seen Newt. "You look bloody fantastic for three in the morning.”
Source: The Fever Code
“What's up with you? How come you're being like this?' Because it's the truth. This is the world we live in.”
Source: Choke
“What's up with you? I can't remember when I've ever heard you so affected by a woman. Sure you didn't prong her with the sharps and the blunt?”
Source: Bonded by Blood
“What’s up with your friend?” Dawn asks after a few minutes. I doubt she’s asking about K.T. I follow Dawn’s stare and wonder how much she can see from this far away.
Mari is standing in front of the store’s nearly empty stone display and listening as K.T. points out the different types of stone.
“Her name is Mariella.”
“I don’t usually get a read on people unless they’re giving off some pretty strong vibes, but wow. That girl needs an aura cleansing fast.”
“Yeah. I know.” I look away from Mari, forcing myself to focus on the selection Dawn has laid out in front of me. “It’s a work in progress.”
Source: Sing Sweet Nightingale
“What’s up with your hair?’ I ask. ‘Aren’t you worried you’ll be spotted by angels flying above with all that blue?’
‘War paint,’ says Dee, fastening his seatbelt.
‘Except it’s in our hair instead of on our faces,’ says Dum, starting the engine. ‘Because we’re original like that.’
‘Besides, are poisonous frogs worried about being spotted by birds?’ asks Dee. ‘Are poisonous snakes? They all have bright markings.’
‘You’re a poisonous frog now?’ I ask.
‘Ribbit.’ He turns and flicks out his tongue at me. It’s blue.
My eyes widen. ‘You dyed your tongue too?’
Dee smiles. ‘Nah. It’s just Gatorade.’ He lifts up a bottle half-full of blue liquid. ‘Gotcha.’ He winks.
‘“Hydrate or Die,” man,’ says Dum as we turn onto El Camino Real.
‘That’s not Gatorade’s marketing,’ says Dee. ‘It’s for some other brand.’
‘Never thought I’d say this,’ says Dum, ‘but I actually miss ads. You know, like “Just Do It.” I never realized how much of life’s good advice came from ads. What we really need now is for some industrious soul to put out a product and give us a really excellent saying to go with it. Like “Kill ’Em All and Let God Sort ’Em Out.”’
‘That’s not an advertising jingle,’ I say.
‘Only because it wasn’t good advice back in the day,’ says Dum. ‘Might be good advice now. Attach a product to it, and we could get rich.”
Source: End of Days
“What's waiting for us is the light of a success, you just have to discover it before your time is running out.”
“What's Wal*Mart? Is that were they sell wall stuff?”
“What’s Wired Can Be Rewired”
Source: The Therapist's Handbook for Breaking the Loop - Your NeuroFlex ACT Workbook: Rewire Your Mind. Reclaim Your Life.
“What's with all the cheering over the apocalypse, anyway? Oh, yay, we get to kill poor helpless humans."
"The excitement over the apocalypse had nothing to do with humans."
"Could have fooled me."
"Humans are incidental."
"Killing and destroying an entire species is incidental?" I can't help but sound like I'm accusing him (Raffe), even though I know he wasn't part of the plan to wipe us out.
Or at least, I think he wasn't personally involved, but I don't really know that, do I?
"Your people have been doing it to all kinds of species."
"That's not the same."
"Why not?”
Source: World After
“What’s with all the smartass guys lately?”
Source: Choice
“What's with all these boner pill commercials urging men to ask their doctors if they're healthy enough for sex?? Unless my unit is in a jar of formaldehyde, I'm good to go.”
Source: KING OF THE NEW YORK STREETS
“What’s with savage humans always wanting to cannibalize us?” Jaden asks as she runs past Summer to check for any more of the Tainted around the corner.
“They want to suck your blood,” Rob says in a Romanian accent.
Jaden snorts. Too bad humor won’t help them out of this mess.”
Source: Burning Falls
“What’s with the phrase “Chatty Cathy”? You’d think you wouldn’t want to abbreviate the derogatory term for someone long-winded. Chatty Catherine sounds more appropriate.”
Source: There are Two Typos of People in This World: Those Who Can Edit and Those Who Can't
“What's with the serum?"
I don't know, but it sounds ominous. We better put a telepathic direction finder on Benway. The man's not to be trusted. Might do almost anything...Turn a massacre into a sex orgy..."
Or a joke."
Precisely. Arty type...No principles...”
Source: Naked Lunch: The Restored Text
“What's with you and men being good?'
'Never met a good one, that's all,' he says. 'Adult men, Tink. Most fucked-up creatures on the planet. Don't ever trust 'em'.”
Source: Boy Swallows Universe
“What's worse
To never have them
To have them only in part
What's worse
To be endlessly waiting
To be endlessly waiting
What's worse—nothing or nothing
What's worse”
Source: Rome: Poems
“What’s worth having is worth waiting; the waiting makes it worth having.”
Source: The Light in the Heart
“What's worthless to you might not be worthless to me.”
Source: Stonefather
“What's written in books is obsolete; the only way to learn new is to observe, experiment and share what you learnt”
Source: Quantraz
“What's written is not always what's said.”
“What's wrong between you two?' she said. 'You used to be like peas in a pod.'
I thought about everything I might say, then chose the simplest. 'We're different.'
Cate scoffed at that. 'So are ink and paper, but they get along very well indeed.'
'She's mad at me,' I said.
'Not mad,' Esther said.
'She thinks I'm the reason our daddy got hurt.'
Cate scoffed again. 'You're a girl. You're not a tree.'
'She was in the way,' Esther said.
Cate shook her head. 'Blame comes from the Greek for 'curse.' That's the root of it. A curse. Against the sacred. Which is what sisters are. Or should be. To each other.' She glared at us both. 'Sacred.”
Source: Echo Mountain
“What's wrong?" His voice was loud, so sharp that he sounded angry.
I knew I should be careful, keep the secret, but I was too far gone to talk around it. My chest was working in huge spasms and I could barely breathe. "I kissed her."
"And then you went into anaphylactic shock?"
I closed my eyes and let the rain patter against my face through the open window "She has her tongue pierced.”
Source: The Replacement
“What's wrong?'
His wings were nowhere to be seen, not even the shadow of them. 'I'm debating asking you to stay tomorrow.'
I crossed my arms. 'I thought I was going.' Don't lock me up in this house, don't shove me aside-
He ran a hand through his hair. 'What I ahve to be tomorrow, who I have to become, is not... it's not something I want you to see. How I will treat you, treat others...'
'The mask of the High Lord,' I said quietly.
'Yes.' He took a seat on the bottom step of the stairs.
I remained in the centre of the foyer as I asked carefully. 'Why don't you want me to see that?'
'Because you've only started to look at me like I'm not a monster, and I can't stomach the idea of anything you see tomorrow, being beneath the mountain, putting you back into that place where I found you.'
Beneath the mountain- underground. Yes, I'd forgotten that. Forgotten I'd see the court Amarantha had modelled her own after, that I'd be trapped beneath the earth...
But with Cassian and Azriel, and Mor. With... him.
I waited for the panic, the cold sweat. Neither came. 'Let me help. In whatever way I can.'
Blackness shaded the starlight in those eyes. 'The role you will have to play is not a pleasant one.'
'I trust you,' I sat beside him on the stairs, close enough that the heat of his body warmed the chill night air clinging to my overcoat.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“What’s wrong is that every morning and every night, I lie in bed wondering why you’re not beside me.”
Source: Ten Tiny Breaths
“What's wrong?' Nesta pressed.
Emerie's eyes turned bleak. 'It's... I swear, I can hear my father yelling down here.' Her hands trembled as she lifted one to brush a stand of hair behind an ear. 'I can hear him screaming at me, can hear the furniture breaking...'
Nesta's blood went cold. She whipped her head to the downward slope to their right. No darkness lurked there, but they were low enough... 'This place is ancient and strange.' she said, even as she processed what Emerie had admitted. She had never spoken of her father beyond the wing clipping. But Nesta had gathered enough: the man had been a beast like Tomas Mandray's father.
'Let's go up a level, where the darkness doesn't whisper so loudly. I'm sure Gwyn will find us easily enough.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“What's wrong--what's the matter with you?' Nothing, nothing's the matter, I've merely taken a leap outside my fate, and now I don't know where to turn, what to run for....”
Source: The Trouble with Being Born
“What’s wrong? Where’s Gavin?” Mabellio grabbed my shoulders as I tried to barge through the door. “He’s fine.” He paused. “Now.”
“Oh my God,” I cried. “I want to see him.”
Golar spoke in a calm, soothing tone. “You may, but understand he will need time to heal before he can journey anywhere. You both are welcome to stay, along with Oliver, of course, until he is able.”
I nodded my head quickly. “Thank you.” I started to walk through the doorway but turned back towards Golar and Mabellio. “Do you know how or why he is even here? I am utterly confused. This is my dream. My nightmare. How is he a part of that?”
Source: Falling Out of Focus
“What's wrong with a dangerous woman?”
“What's wrong with being in control anyway?" I demand, of the universe at large.
"Beats me."
"And what, just because I don't want kids, I would supposedly punish a pregnant woman for making a different decision than me? My favorite person's a pregnant woman! And I'm obsessed with my nieces. Not every decision a woman makes is some grand indictment on other women's lives."
"Nora," Charlie says. "It's a novel. Fiction."
"You don't get it because you're... you." I wave a hand at him.
"Me?" he says.
"You can afford to be all surly and sharp and people will admire you for it. The rules are different for women. You have to strike that perfect balance to be taken seriously but not seen as bitchy. It's a constant effort. People don't want to work with sharky women -"
"I do," he says.”
Source: Book Lovers