Humor Quote by Kelley Armstrong — Inspiring Words on Life, Love & Wisdom

“It's me," a deep voice rumbled.”

“Yes you're getting your tattoo.”

“If you say ‘we’re in this together,’ I’m going to hurl.”

“This is so cool," I said loudly as Dad walked away. "Have you met the tattoo artist? Is he hot?”

“I don't forgive him," I said.”

“Another werewolf thing. Like most animals, we spent a large part of our lives engaged in the three Fs of basic survival. Feeding, fighting and... reproduction.”

“He tackled a woman's baby carriage. After the seven-month-old baby skidded across the pavement and began bawling his eyes out, Bill Brady started shouting at the toddler, 'What are you, a pussy? Walk it off! Walk it off!' After the mother shouted out her baby's age and how he wasn't able to walk yet, Bill Brady started barking in the vexed mother's face like she was a referee who had made a bad call.”

“So . . . ," I said. "You're saying that by the end of our training, you expect us to be able to use”

“Even now, despite Angeline's watchfulness, she'd occasionally oscillate between random topics, like how shepherd's pie wasn't a pie at all and why it was pointless for her to take class in typing when technology would eventually develop robot companions to do it for us.”

“I’ll make Goyle do lines, it’ll kill him, he hates writing,” said Ron happily. He lowered his voice to Goyle’s low grunt and, screwing up his face in a look of pained concentration, mimed writing in midair. “I... must... not... look... like... a... baboon’s... backside.”

“I felt like one of Apollo's sacred cows- slow, dumb, and bright red.”