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Who do you think it was that brought the bottle to her?
Sofia the kind of woman no matter what she have in her hand she make it look like a weapon.
poxy shitweasel,
The last time Abby set foot
Coop introduced her as Ingrid, his massage therapist. "Piper Dove," she said. "I'm actually Mr. Smith's sobriety coach." "Well, God bless you," Marilyn said with a cheery smile. "There's no shame in admitting you need help, Mr. Smith.
Ever flipped out and began to dance around in excitement when she saw that the theater also sold packages of Pixie Stix.
In my teens my drug of choice was acceptance, in my twenties it was approval, in my thirties it was love, in my forties it was Scotch. That lasted a while,' she admitted. 'Now all I really crave is a good bowel movement.
St. Albert and the LSD Revelation Revolution oil painting by Alex Grey, 2006 color image in the book Net of Being by Alex Grey, 2012
Teflon Panty Club
What was that you showed Sonya?"
Dimitri suddenly joined Rose on the screen. She shot him an amused look. "Easy, comrade. You'll get your chance to lecture them too."
"Geez," said Adrian. "How many other people are there lurking off-screen?
you-know-who." Amy
Disco-clown hooker
Baxter and Sam Hall. 'I'll have a large Scotch, I'm
The Friday Night Knitting Club
I love, love, love Charlotte Olympia shoes, but who doesn't?
Carolyn Heilbrun's
Stephanie Plum, psycho bait.
What do you do for ecstasy?
That old sick joy, her first and favorite drug. Control.
Squad. Guess whose weekend this was?
Yeah, that's her. Roly-poly little bitch. Fucked her in the ass the other day and, get this, she shit all over me. I'm talkin', this wasn't no little mess. This was Niagara fuckin' Falls pourin' outta her ass.
The Classic Notting Hill junkie, i.e; Armani underwear, Pink's shirt and Burberry belt tourniquets
Over the top sex - Actionjackson
Meg, when people don't know who they are, they are open either to being Xed, or Named
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You know Boosha, of course." "Yeah," Lena says. "What is she, exactly?" "Eccentric," Jett answers immediately and without further explanation.
Violet Markey.There's more to you than meets the eye.
Roxy Sorkin, your father just won the Academy Award. I'm going to have to insist on some respect from your guinea pig.
In her career, she'd closed multi-million dollar deals without a hint of nerves. Now she needed a jumbo-sized bottle of antacids just to get out of her car. Or a double shot of whiskey. God, she was losing it.
My heroine would be myself, only in disguise.
Marina, as of the sea. You stick with Hector Ricardo. I'll take care of you;its in my name
Alexis, I love you.
Anna, my strong, terrifying Anna.
Snooty high heels.
Irish-sparkle-fish,-- Anne Eliot
Busy old fool, unruly Sophie
Kerrick the weed.
She was runway; I was alleyway.
Kitty, do you have the bottle?"
"In my purse. Which is in my room. Not that I think I can find my room from here."
"I'll get it," Martini said. He stood up and disappeared. Ten seconds later he was back, bottle in hand.
"What kept you?"
"That purse gets worse every time I look inside.
brandy to sleep at night.
Artemis the bitch goddess. You know her. She's the one who stole your soul. (Simi)
She didn't steal it. (Gallagher)
Of course she did. She steals everything. (Simi)
Two steps behind her, I say her name. "Skye.
Underworld butt.
Well my name Nicki & it's nice to meet ya, if you really wanna know I'll give you my procedure. Got a whole bunch of pretty game in my clique, and we looking for some ballers: alopecia
Rollin wit a posse full of paranoid drugdealaz!
Pour me another tequila, I'm going to put on your red satin dress. You put on my clothes.
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds actually wasn't meant to say LSD It was a drawing that John's son brought home from school Lucy was a kid in his school.
Her wavy blond hair
Marissa keeps herself entertained by rating the guys that cruise by. She has her own rating scale: each guy is assigned a letter of the alphabet. But it isn't A to Z order - Marissa must have like a touch of autism or something, because she has this theory that some letters are sexier than others.
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
Katie bar the door.
Less talk, more action, pussycat
She wears high tech Devo suit, she changed her name to Xerox, she hides quaaludes in her boots.
It was Saturday evening and we were in the throes of a Veronica Mars marathon (season two DVD). I decided that when I left "Ms. Townsend, Ice Princess" behind, the New Sadie was going to be like Veronica Mars. She was plucky, cute as a button and she had a smart mouth.
She was thinking of doing a little Cuervo therapy.
Since you couldn't be bothered to give me your name, I'll just tell Moira that an extra from the porno version of Something Wicked This Way Comes was looking for her.
Then, walking across the room, hips swaying, blond hair flowing as if in a shampoo commercial, came Joe's date. Tall. Skinny. Big boobs despite the skinniness, their cantaloupe-like roundness announcing them as store-bought
Nordstrom." "Would you care for some tea or a brandy?" "No ... Nicole, I know
Back at the Rash [a Florida nightclub], a waif in a lime latex body tube went into the rest room to snort the newest designer drug, XGB5, which gave people the uncanny sensation of throwing money away while chewing their own lips off. It was hard to come by and everyone had to have it.
She's in the club. The hopelessly-outnumbered-and-surrounded-by-monsters club.Club-- M.r. Carey
Silena, take the Aphrodite crew to the Queens-Midtown Tunnel."
Oh my gods," one of her sisters said. "Fifth Avenue is so on our way! We could accessorize, and monsters, like, totally hate the smell of Givenchy.
Heroin", declared Durius Walker, Rydell's colleague in security at the Lucky Dragon on Sunset. "It's the opiate of the masses.
highlights of Elena's career,
I want you to know everything about me, Lexi, to see inside me, beyond my gruff arrogance, beyond the hurt and loneliness, to the man underneath it all.There are things about me no one knows, but I want to share them with you.
She has more names than petticoats.
It's all in her walk, a cartoon swagger. Part Jayne Mansfield, part Muhammad Ali. Men never know if it's an invitation upstairs or an invitation outside.
January 26: Marilyn is invited to attend the Foreign Press Association's First Annual International Film Festival at the Club Del Mar in Santa Monica and creates a sensation by wearing an Idaho potato burlap bag designed for her by Billy Travilla.
Glamour is back, but with a minimalist touch.
You arrogant, apish, underhonest lewdster! (Maggie)
She's the gal in the red blue jeans.
Vhat is your nom?" Preston had a lazy eye, and the alcohol added to the lopsided effect of his gaze.
"Shannon Tinker, and I watch you like you're a TV show." Shannon added a bop to her stance, unconsciously dancing to the beat of the song constantly playing in her head.
She takes off your drawers and works you over, she calls you Twinkles and you call her Rover.
Her name is Portia
Lochsong - she's like Linford Christie ... without the lunchbox.
Can you pass me the slutty one, please?" I handed her the bottle of bright-red nail polish. "I think it's actually called Crimson Cabaret," I said. "Don't be a slut-shamer.
Takin' out my freak tonight
I think that's my new band name," Shane said. "Asshat and Nerd Girlfriend. It's got a ring to it.
louche, wearing a gauzy neck scarf and
Stepping to me? Yo, that's the wrong move.
So what you on, hobbs, dope or dog food?
I love Chloe Sevigny's style - the way she manages to add a touch of rock n' roll to every look.
Tritons Trident!
For a summer of drug abuse on the island of Capri, she packed a wardrobe of black Morticia gowns, dyed her hair green, and paraded through the village streets with a crystal ball, followed by a retainer in gold body paint.
She's got a big belt around her hips. It has a shiny buckle with PRADA on it, which is Italian for insecure.
Well, she's either Jackie or . . . hey, how about Stormy? Like some North Hollywood stripper?
It's not difficult to put a girl in bottle; especially when she thinks, she is the boss.
VAPOR Ghostwritten by Anna Runes
Sadie was like that, one of those people untouched by trend or fashion, comfortable building her own world out of what she liked, from tunes and styles and reads that could be so ancient they were cobwebbed, up through to things so new they barley existed yet.
Sam was waiting for her,his gaze sweeping over her. "Looks great."
"I look like a geek," Lucy said. "I smell like a brewery. And I need a bra."
"My dream date.
In Paranoid Park there is this Punk girl that keeps looking straight into The camera when she speaks, It's like she's speaking to us.
Brighton I-don't-know-your-middle-name Waterford, are you asking me to strip?
What I like about Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium is that it's an understated scent that's somehow familiar.
'What you doing in the club on a Thursday?'
She say she only here for her girl birthday ...
They ordered champagne but still look thirsty,
Rock Forever 21 but just turned 30.
She wanted to be a little girl again, the one who thought getting high meant being pushed on the swings and pain was falling off her bike
The word Styx got her [Mrs. O'Leary, the hellhound] excited. She probably thought I meant sticks. She jumped a few times, chased her tail just to teach it who was boss, and then calmed down enough for me to push Nico onto her back.
My style is somewhere between that of Tal and Petrosian
I love Ali MacGraw and her style - I'm into vintage '70s outfits at the moment.
Palace of Crystal
Versace pythons. Louis Aviators. Balenciagas & they gotta be the gladiators.
Even though I am told that my name is Ruby, I still didn't know who the blue eye brunette with red streaks through her hair was. She was a stranger to me.
Cheyenne. Created from the finest Belgian lace over ivory sateen, it fit Anna like