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Do not play in the games of dragons for thou art crunchy and good with ketchup.
Cookie didn't dare light a fire, so we have cold food this evening. (Morgan)
Yum. Hard-boiled wood, my favorite. (Serenity)
He was a Stark of Winterfell, and who can say? Mayhaps his name was Brandon. Mayhaps he slept in this very bed in this very room
Just. Plain. [Fu*king.] Grilled. Swordfish.
Maybe I should have got some chili-slaw dogs from Shorty's. Everybody loves those."
"Buddy," Lars said, dropping his shoes to the deck with a thump, "sit yourself down and stop fussing. You're reminding me of my Aunt Glynna with all this temperature takin' and foil tuckin'. This food is fine.
Bryson says we have no word for the Danish hygge, then goes on to tell us exactly what it means: "instantly satisfying and cozy" (though
Damen's The One.
Always has been.
Always will be.
And what are you doing with a bloody cat, Charles? Some sort of mascot four our dear Reaper here?"
"Not another word," Spade snapped, getting into the car and seating the carrier on his lap.
"Ian, trust me
don't," Crispin said
I don't want Dane to die, but if I had to pick, I want you...with me forever!" - Christian Stone
You're sweet to humor me.
He nearly choked on a fry. There was the sweet again. He should have killed someone this week; that would have taken care of that.
Beate the dog before the Lyon.
I'm Teoish," Sarene said, successfully spearing something that looked like a
marinated piece of shrimp. "We're all this tall."
"Father's Teoish too, Kaise," Daorn said. "And you know how tall he is."
"But father's fat," Kaise pointed out. "Why aren't you fat too, Sarene?
Angel: What's sauerkraut? Max: You don't want it. Trust me.
(a specially oily old gentleman in a blanket, with a swan's-down tippet for a beard, and a web of cracks all over him like rich pie-crust),
What was that you gave me to eat?" Winter panicked.
A Filler Crisp," Clover said, his eyes seventy percent concerned and thirty percent mischievous.
Dominic spelled it.
You know sometimes I wish I'd been born a kender. No worries. No cares. No responsibilities. Nothing but pork chops. See you tonight Brother. I'd ask you to say a prayer but we're up to our eyeballs in gods as it is.
There is a bit of Hans Christian Andersen in every Dane.
Grace? Are you tipsy? (Selena)
Maybe just comfortably toasty. Pop tart toasty. (Grace)
Who you? Your name smaller than fine grains in couscous
It's the highest calibre, your calibre is deuce deuce
He had forgotten that anythi<>ng>ngng> could be so tender. He breaks the bun open, reveali<>ng>ngng> glossy bits of pork and glaze, a secret red heart.
When he puts it to his mouth, it is like a kiss: sweet and salty and warm.
I dub thee Toadsticker," I said. "Slayer of miscreants, opener of packages, occasional carver of baked turkeys. Let all men hear, and know mild caution." I swear the steel flickered.
Bacon! Colt loved bacon.
Princes are venison in Heaven.
Daniel in the den; a champion in the den
[The Toaster]
A silver-scaled dragon with jaws flaming red
sits at my elbow and toasts my bread.
I hand him fat slices, then one by one
he hands them back when he sees they are done.
ken whit tae dae wi' it.
Caden might be my partner, but he was also the enemy.
Softie was not a word you could use in the same sentence as Eric.
Donneven, Bettaquit and Mmmhmmmm
Carter-headed chicken.
THE NAME THOUGHT OUT TO BE SPOKEN
Little redcape," he snarled, "when next you bare steel on Shagga son of Dolf, I will chop off your manhood and roast it in the fire."
"What, no goats?" Tyrion said, taking a bite of his cheese.
He's as cool as a prized marrow!
He could do with some lunch. Especially since that bastard Sloane gave his Cheesy Doodles away. What kind of guy does that? A bastard, that's who. Did he not respect the male code of honor - thou shalt not steal another dude's snacks?
--Dex
But I will place this carefully fed pig Within the crackling oven; and, I pray, What nicer dish can e'er be given to man.
If Copenhagen were a person, that person would be generous, beautiful, elderly, but with a flair. A human being that has certain propensities for quarrelling, filled with imagination and with appetite for the new and with respect for the old - somebody who takes good care of things and of people.
I'm hungry, Garion, and I don't think well when I'm hungry."
"That might explain a lot," Beldin noted blandly. "We should have fed you more often when you were younger."
"You can be terribly offensive sometimes, do you know that?"
"Why, yes, as a matter of fact I do.
He has 'le coeur comme un artichaud'. Eddy fumbled for her high school French. 'A heart like an artichoke?' 'Oui. He has a leaf for everyone, but makes a meal for no one.
Crunchy little bite
Blood sip - to keep him going
An energy shot
You, minion, are too saucy.
He's a filler," Cammie says with more conviction than a suicide bomber.
"What does that mean?" I am studying the menu, contemplating an almond croissant.
"You know - stuff something into your heart quickly to stop it from cracking open ... from
bleeding out ...
I Choose You, Stephan
Trouthe is the hyest thyng that man may kepe.
STRYMAKTFJERDAN. Fjerdan might.
I catch movement from the corner of my eye. A tell slender boy stands near us, just a few feet away. Adrenaline bangs through my system. I shove Abel behind me and whip my knife from where I'd hidden it in my boot. Who the hell are you?
pocket lizard licker.
All the rare and royal names
Wormy sheepskin yet retains
A horse blanket, Mel?
I remembered what I was wearing. 'It tore in half when Hrani tried washing it. She was going to mend it. This piece was too small for a horse, but it was just right for me.'
Bran laughed a little unsteadly. 'Mel. A horse blanket.
Emil Drukker, the Head-hunter of Cologne.
A man of refined taste and judgment.
Holloa! Starbuck's astir," said the rigger. "He's a lively chief mate that; good man, and a pious; but
Nick, space. Now. (Acheron)
Go, Nick, fetch. Here, boy, here. You should let me borrow one of those leather collars you wear and give me a tag with Kyrian's number on it. 'In case of loss, call my owner.' (Nick)
Dylan Quinn's knickers,
rashers of bacon.
Sweet potato fries
Only. Ever. You. Jaxon Trent.
He'd say most kids were made of sugar and spice, but his Kylee was made of pancakes.
ANGELFOOD
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Narrow, angular features, pouty lips and hatred-filled pale, washed-out blue irises glared back at him.
Caleb flashed the young man a malevolent smirk and readied his blade. "Jude Winslow, I presume.
Give me a platter of choice finnan haddie, freshly cooked in its bath of water and milk, add melted butter, a slice or two of hot toast, a pot of steaming Darjeeling tea, and you may tell the butler to dispense with the caviar, truffles and nightingales' tongues.
Hey, which one of them is supposed to be your boyfriend?" Stark
asked me. Even in the terrible shape he was in, he caught my glance
with his. His voice was scratchy, and he sounded scarily weak, but
his eyes sparkled with humor.
I am!" Heath and Erik said together.
Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon!
Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made:
Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers,
These flies are couch'd.
A crier of green sauce.
Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.
Your toaster's a puff.
N OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s
Good King Wenceslas tastes great; We might as well eat Stephen, When the brains lay round about, Toasted crisp and bleedin'. Brightly shown the moon that night, Though the virus cruel. When a poor man came in sight, He made fine undead fuel.
He is the man who has been brought on to replace Pavel Nedved. The irreplaceable Pavel Nedved.
Rook asked, "Did you really stab him with an icicle?"
When she nodded, he said, "Please tell me you said FREEZE."
Richard Castle
Heat Rises
Meadowlark Lemon is one very clever man, unique and truly one of a kind.
Snarky Snarkerson!
So, how do you kill a dragon? (Channon) With a very sharp sword. (Sebastian)
Don't worry, Rickey, you're still the best.
He had forgotten that anything could be so tender. He breaks the bun open, revealing glossy bits of pork and glaze, a secret red heart.
When he puts it to his mouth, it is like a kiss: sweet and salty and warm.
Letitia! What a name. Halfway between a salad and a sneeze.
My name is Llian. I've come to save you."
Said to Karan just before Llian falls flat on his face in front of her.
Jacin. The name brought sunshine and blood and kisses and growls rising to Winter's skin.
The Pesky Prince
THE KING IN THE NORTH!
For those who may not know this, Madeline recruited me specifically to help hunt and take out a serial soul thief-"
"I call him Cap'n Crunch," Luca interrupted, and was rewarded with a roomful of frowns. "You know. Because he's a cereal thief?
We bask in the scent of cinnamon before
Mom puts a scone her plate.
'His name is Rich,' she says.
I select a scone too.
'I like a man with an adjective for a name.
The bird, the best, the fisch eke in the see,They live in fredome, everich in his kynd.And I a man, and lakkith libertee.
Sookie, my little bullet-sucker
Eric, my big bullshitter
Rene Caron takes my breath away!
Rich could play way better than Krupa.
We have a name," said Jace. "Magnes B-"
"Shut up." Alec hissed, thwacking Jace with his closed menu. Jace looked injured.
"Jesus," he rubbed his arm. "What's your problem?
Ah, Brynn," Vercleese boomed at one tall, extremely thin man with a dreamy air about him and a face dusted with fine white flour. "How's the bread business?" The man pulled himself from whatever reverie gripped him and smiled wanly. "Rising, Sir Vercleese, always rising." Vercleese
Sir McCoolpants Von No Touchy
Rolf Ekeus, his appearance can deceive. He looks somewhere between an international diplomat and a mad professor. He's got that sort of shock of white hair and a slightly absent-minded way of speaking. But he's extremely sharp and very serious about power relationships.
Her name's Brienne.
Ransom?" She struggled to sit up. "What are you do - ?"
He laid his tongue to her core.
"Oh." She flopped back against the bed. "Oh."
God, she was sweet. Sweet and pink and musky and Izzy.
Galen, who forgot this little thing called "tact" when he accused my mom of being a runaway fish-princess.
An ill winde that bloweth no man to good.
Looks delicious," he lied. "A mite crispy along the edges - but then, I like it that way."
Incredulous eyes met his own. "You like your potatoes burned?"
Ah, so he'd been right about that. If he could still recognize what it was she'd cooked, then surely he could eat it.
I don't cook. I think they named the 'Mike'-rowave after me.
Martin Silenus sniffed a jar, found a knife on the sandwich plate, and added great dollops of horseradish to his sandwich. His eyes sparkled with tears as he ate.
Peter Crouch, the Marmite of football.
A man must have some name, is that not so? Biter cannot speak and Biter cannot write, yet his teeth are very sharp, so a man calls him Biter and he smiles. Are you charmed?" Arya
And I and him, and him and me. (I will always remember that he tasted like cigarettes and something passing sweet, which I could not quite identify.) Andiandhimandhimandme. (And so on.)