Top 14 Jason Haley Quotes
#1. I love you, Derek!"
Jason tried to drag Haley back to her seat, but she fought him tooth and nail.
"I love you, Derek!"
"He knows, woman! He's known since the first inning. Let the man focus," he
said.
R.L. Mathewson
#2. An appeal to a goodness which is not in him is, to a vain and sensitive soul, a stinging insult.
Frederick Rolfe
#3. What would you do if you couldn't do what you want?'-Something else.
Marty Rubin
#4. I hate you," Haley mumbled, storming past him to grab a carriage.
"You love and adore me," Jason informed her as he deftly snagged her carriage away from her and headed towards the men's department.
R.L. Mathewson
#5. I think no matter what kind of music you play, there will be moments when you feel like it's all been done before.
Kerry King
#6. Maybe you should just admit that you're crazy about me," he said, leaning in to kiss her again.
"And why would you want me to do that?" she asked, still smiling.
"Because I'm playing for keeps, my little grasshopper.
R.L. Mathewson
#9. Those who deny the change in consciousness that the divine process of creation now brings about-or actually imposes on us-and fail to develop their intuition accordingly will sooner or later find themselves at a dead end.
Carl Johan Calleman
#10. It's so, so awful for my entire body and my spine and my hands, and I have a perfectly good desk to write at, but I don't care. I love writing in bed.
Mallory Ortberg
#11. As he was gasping for air he realized something. He was in deep shit. Haley was his life now. His woman. His heart.
He was so screwed.
R.L. Mathewson
#12. Jason had to bury his face against her shoulder to keep from laughing out loud. She was just so damn cute. "Stop laughing at me! I'm a threat, damn it!"
Jason pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "No, you're my sweet little grasshopper.
R.L. Mathewson
#13. I think what's dangerous is the idea that someone can wash away your sins.
Bill Maher
#14. The sun rolls along up Fourteenth Street and the ghost of a habit turns Cat's face into the light. She shields her eyes and looks east, half expecting to see her father, a sun-blown shadow in the diorama box of his newsstand.
Cari Luna
