Quotes About Mackeltar

#1. Who and what are you?" "You called my name when you released me the first time," he said impatiently. " 'Tis Cian MacKeltar. As for the what of me, I'm but a man.

Karen Marie Moning

#2. His eyes flared dangerously. Did the lass think to share such intimacies with him and then rescind them? Och, nay, Dageus MacKeltar didn't go backward. She would find that out soon enough.

Karen Marie Moning

#3. Naught will be done to you that you doona wish done. Dageus MacKeltar

Karen Marie Moning

#4. Let's get something straight, MacKeltar. I am not going home with you. I am not going to bed with you, and I am not wasting one more moment arguing with you."
"I promise not to mock you when you change your mind, lass.

Karen Marie Moning

#5. What have you stuffed in your pants, MacKeltar?" she demanded.
"Nothing that wasn't God-given," he replied stiffly.
Gwen stared. "There's no way that's part of you. You must have gotten a sock or something stuck. Oh, my." She pried her gaze from his groin.

Karen Marie Moning

#6. Propping the mirror against the wall near the door, he waved a hand at it and clipped, "Drustan: Cian MacKeltar. Cian: Drustan MacKeltar."
"Dageus," Drustan's voice was soft as velvet, never a good sign, "why are you introducing me to a mirror?

Karen Marie Moning

#7. The entire time I'm burning in Hell, I'll regret each tear I made you weep. But if Hell were the price for twenty days with you, I'd condemn myself again and again.
- Cian MacKeltar

Karen Marie Moning

#8. I love every aspect of show business and that includes both the show part of it and the business part of it.

Kristy Swanson

#9. He'd stolen a kiss, and been transported to heaven. "I won't say I'm sorry, Susanna. Even if you think I should."
Her lips looked kissed and a bit plump. "I didn't ask you to.

Caroline Fyffe

#10. What is a historian? Someone who doesn't write well enough to work on a daily.

Karl Kraus

#11. I want to re-echo my hope that we may all work together for a great peace as distinguished from a mean peace.

Woodrow Wilson

#12. Hansel is certainly about comfort, while still sort of having a peacock principle of wanting to attract attention.

Owen Wilson

#13. Honestly, in the beginning, it was really tough. Coming from Cincinnati, Ohio, I was just a girl who had a dream, which was to go to Los Angeles, have a career and to be able to support my family. To have a dream like that and, you know, you're not ready.

Carmen Electra

#14. To keep up as good a cuisine as your father.

Juvenal

#15. She's too young. Too innocent.
Too human. For what I'm becoming.

Karen Marie Moning

#16. He sees her like I do: at seventeen, twenty, thirty. Superimposed over the fourteen-year-old, he sees the woman she'll become.
And he's staking claim.
Over. my. Dead. Fucking. Body.
And I can't die.

Karen Marie Moning

#17. Joel McHale is so money, he should be printed on money.

Joel McHale

#18. I like to be comfortable, but I do enjoy being a British gent and dressing up a bit.

Robbie Williams

#19. Barrons breaks heads. Ryodan turns them inside out. Barrons fucks you up. Ryodan makes you fuck yourself up. He pushes buttons and rearranges things according to his own private, coolly sociopathic plan.

Karen Marie Moning

#20. I'm taller than my father, and taller than two of the stones at Ban Drochaid."
"I meant in feet," she clarified. Speaking of the mundane gave her a measure of calm.
He eyed his boots a moment and appeared to be doing some rapid calculations.

Karen Marie Moning

#21. She thinks he's not an animal like Barrons. That he's more civilized. She right, he is more polished. But it only makes him more dangerous. With Barrons you expect to get fucked up royally. With Ryodan you don't see it coming.

Karen Marie Moning

#22. I find there's a thin, permeable membrane between journalism and history, and though some academic historians take a dim view of it, I gather a lot of strength and professional inspiration from passing back and forth across it.

Hampton Sides

#23. I want to drop to all fours and bay like a wild thing drunk on being hungry and strong, a beast that could fuck for days without cease if I could only find someone that could take it as hard and long a I can give it.

Karen Marie Moning