Kim Harrison Quotes

I'd like to see someone try to make Cush Jumbo up. It's my real name.

Oh, lighten up, Clark. I'm the one having scalding hot air directed at my genitals.

If I get one more person telling me I look like Eliot Spitzer, I'm just going to have to play the guy one day.

Crankiness is at the essence of all comedy. My wife and I were discussing the different types of cranky. There's entertaining cranky, annoying cranky, angry cranky.

The joy of the roasts is to watch people get hurt and offended, and then have to laugh to pretend they're a good sport.

A child of five would understand this. Send someone to fetch a child of five.

Someday I would change my name to Shut Up and save everybody a lot of time.

Nobody likes me,” he concluded at the tail end of a ten-minute pity fest. “Can’t imagine why,” Quinn murmured. I turned my snort of laughter into a fake cough, which was an embarrassingly feeble attempt at subterfuge when you consider the fact that I didn’t have any lungs.

I've always thought that a name says a lot about a person. So naturally, being named Howard, I always wanted to crawl into a hole.

I know that I don't like being teased.

Don't ask me any questions right now. I'm grumpy and I'll probablly make fun of you. -Effie Kaligaris

I wear a name tag to help people find me. It saves time when you're dealing with idiots.

Don’t you two girls have something better to do, like pick out toe lint? (Acheron)

My name is immaterial,' she said. That's a pretty name,' said Rincewind.

What happened to your face?" Harriet asked. "It was a misunderstanding," Daniel said smoothly, wondering how long it might take for his bruises to heal. He did not think he was particularly vain, but the questions were growing tiresome. "A misunderstanding?" Elizabeth echoed. "With an anvil?" "Oh, stop," Harriet admonished her. "I think he looks very dashing." "As if he dashed into an anvil." "Pay no attention," Harriet said to him. "She lacks imagination.

I'd shake his hand, but I think that's what's holding up his pants.

You're Bes, I guess?" I said. "Yes," he said. "Your car's a mess," Liz muttered. "If one more person rhymes," Emma grumbled, "I'll throw up.

Quit calling me Grey. It makes me sound like I’m a boy. Like Dorian Gray.” “Dorian who?” I sighed. “Just think up something else. Plain old Nora works too, you know.” “Sure thing, Gumdrop.” I grimaced. “I take that back. Let’s stick with Grey.

Yeah, we’ll call you,” muttered Ron as the knight disappeared, “If we ever need someone mental.

What's your name again? That's right. I'm so glad you know your name.

Hey," Dopey said when I was finished reading. "How come they never mentioned me? I'm the one who found the skeleton." "Oh, yeah," Sleepy said in disgust. "Your role was really crucial. After all, if it wasn't for you, the guy's skull might still have been intact.

You should make her call you ‘Miss Georgina,’” added Hugh with a mocking southern drawl. “Or at least ‘ma’am.’” Niphon’s presence and Jerome’s lecture had put me in a grouchy mood. “I’m not doing any mentoring. She’s so gungho to take on the world’s male population, she doesn’t even need me.” The three men exchanged more smirks. Cody made some hissing and meowing sounds, scratching at the air. "This isn’t funny,” I said. "Sure it is,” said Cody.

They stick you with those names, those labels -- ‘rebel’ or whatever; whatever they like to use. Because they need a label; they need a name. They need something to put the price tag on the back of.

Danger could be my middle name... But it's John.

Yeah, I can dig that... SUCKAAAAAAAAAA!