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SCHISMATRIX is a creeping sea-urchin of a book - spikey and odd. It isn't very elegant, and it lacks bilateral symmetry, but pieces of it break off inside people and stick with them for years.
Sustainable scallops with a mirepoix of carrots, celeriac, shallots, and bell peppers and a sesame oil dressing. The recommended accompanying beverage is pinot gris.
What more scoundrelly trick could you have played on us?
You!" Skeet bellowed. When uttered with just the right tone, this is the universal name for any boy. Accordingly, all heads snapped towards the angry master.
Skulduggery? Where's Skulduggery?"
"I'm here," Skulduggery said. "I was beginning to think you were lost to us."
Finbar's mouth twitched into a brief smile. "Sorry. You're not going to get rid of me so easily.
Nutshells close and encapsulate, shelter and protect, reduce and simplify, while everything in deconstruction is turned toward opening, exposure, expansion, and complexification, toward releasing unheard of, undreamt of possibilities to come, toward cracking nutshells wherever they appear.
Isaac Rothe, Matthias
Jesus. Low-Key Lyesmith," said Shadow. and then he heard what he was saying and he understood. "Loki," he said. "Loki Lie-smith."
"You're slow," said Loki, "but you get there in the end." And his lips twisted into a scarred smile and the embers danced in the shadows of his eyes.
A scepter is one thing, and a ladle another.
Schweitzer is where I found snowboarding; it will always have a special place in my heart and is a top-notch ski resort. It has some of the best bowl tree skiing in the world and breathtaking views of Sandpoint and Lake Pend Oreille.
The scaffold is the accomplice of the executioner; it devours, it eats flesh, it drinks blood; the scaffold is a sort of monster fabricated by the judge and the carpenter, a spectre which seems to live with a horrible vitality composed of all the death which it has inflicted.
SCCS, the source motel! Programs check in and never check out!
Schinkel's aesthetic was not a crudely materialistic "truth to material" affair ... but rather an attempt to inform iron and other industrial materials with an appropriate beauty through the direct collaboration of the artist in the manufacturing process.
The name of the Slough was Despond.
Semmelweis reflex. They
NBC's a little jealous of CNN correspondent Wolf Blitzer. They want to get a reporter with a macho-sounding name too, so they're changing Irving R. Levine's name to Scud Shrapnel.
I am not a scoundrel, but I'm broadminded.
Scholesy was a genius, absolute genius. He was a center-forward's dream, you could make a run and he'd put the ball perfectly in your path. Any footballer you ask will always tell you that Scholesy was one of the best players they've ever played with.
It's the old shell game.
So Scheherazade began.
Although the scythe isn't pre-eminent among the weapons of war, anyone who has been on the wrong end of, say, a peasants' revolt will know that in skilled hands it is fearsome.
Cockmotherhumpershitpissbodoinkeewacker,
Myrtle Elizabeth Warren - a pretty name - my name - no need for the moaning. SCORPIUS:
I've never eaten scallops, but he tells me they're his favorite. They have the texture of a tongue, and I briefly consider that he's sending me a message.
A hole in my Sam.
The choking, sweltering, deadly, and killing rule of no rule; the consecration of cupidity and braying of folly, and dim stupidity and baseness, in most of the affairs of men. Slopshirts attainable three-halfpence cheaper by the ruin of living bodies and immortal souls.
You can't spell squirrel without si, and that's me.
Scapegrace swivelled his eyes to her and she yelped and dropped his head. He bounced, and landed on his ear.
"I'll get you," he wheezed. "All of you. You're dead!"
Valkyrie didn't know what to do. She glanced back. Even Melancholia's eyes widened in surprise.
misbegotten cockwaffle.
What colour was her scythe?"
"Sadly, I wasn't able to take the time to appreciate its subtle hues as it tore through my skin.
The rain battered the cottage. Valkyrie risked a look up at Skulduggery.
"What is it?" she whispered.
"It's a box," he whispered back.
"What kind of box?"
"A wooden one."
She gave him a look.
Not out of them are the shows of history erected: the world would be a grey, bloodless place were it composed entirely of Miss Schlegels. But the world being what it is, perhaps they shine out in it like stars.
Everyone must know by now that the aim of Scrabble is to gain the moral high ground, the loser being the first player to slam the board shut and upset all the letters over the floor.
Nothing 'gainst Times scythe can make defence.
Ghastly and Anton have been murdered. Ravel's betrayed us. Valkyrie is ... gone. The Dead Men have had their last stand and we've fallen, Saracen. The three of us are all that remain. - Skulduggery
Most folks call them green onions, but
they're really scallions.
More and more clearly as the scones disappeared into his interior he saw that what the sensible man wanted was a wife and a home with scones like these always at his diposal.
No Scrabble. More and more of his friends were playing it now, in a knowing ironic way, triple-word-score-craving freaks, but it seemed to him like a game designed expressly to make him feel stupid and bored.
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
I thought you said scrying was a bad idea."
"It's like vodka," Calla said. "It really depends on who's doing it.
My breath slipped from me, almost a groan. Trent Kalamack. The obscenely successful, smiling businessman, ruthless bio- and street-drug lord, elf in hiding, and pain-in-my-ass-extraordinaire Trent Kalamack. Right on schedule. Why is it you show up only when I need money?
My mum refers to female genitalia as scones.
The scatterbrain,
is a little like,
the patter of rain.
Neither here,
nor there,
but everywhere.
CHAPTER LXIX SCROBBY'S TRIAL
A scoundrel is an evil heliotrope turning always in the direction of the most powerful.
FUCK YOU, SAM I AM!
Easy there, Smurfette.
A Scot is a man who keeps the Sabbath, and everything else he can lay his hands on.
Hickory dickory dock my daddy's nuts from shellshock.
We were surrounded by thirty-foot-tall giants who were about to kill us. Then the sky opened up, and the gods descended."
"Grandad," the kids said, "you are full of schist."
"I'm not kidding!" he protested.
Ethan Sullivan, registered smart-ass
Paul Scholes is the best player I've ever played with. There's talent in every part of his game.
Take a bite and I am positive you will be shouting out oh how scrumdiddlyumptious this wonderveg is!
The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.
When I see Steve Davis I see two letters ... C S ... Cue Sorceror.
Nothing will." Sam shot Stacey a look. "We'll stay out of it, but if you need our help, we'll be there for you."
"Like the Scooby-Doo gang," Stacey said with a smile. "But cooler and without the dog." She paused, wrinkling her nose. "We have a giant demon snake instead.
Ryan, you're not real. You don't exist ... You're Deacon Maybury," Skulduggery said. "You're a hiding place who thinks it's a boy.
Orientation, the big O in the OODA loop, is the schwerpunkt.
Serpine: No, my old enemy, I think for the moment anyway, we're all alone. And you have something I want
Skulduggery: A winning sense of style?
I'm no hero," said Scapegrace. "I'm just a man, who used to be a woman, who used to be a man. My name is Vaurien Scapegrace, and I have come here to -
Elizabeth Sarah Kowalski!"
"Whoa," Evan said in a low voice. "How bad does a word have to be to get you middle-named during dirty Scrabble?
I tell anyone who asks me - Scholes is the best English player.
We're playing Scrabble. It's a nightmare."
"Scrabble?" He sounds surprised. "Scrabble's great."
"Not when you're playing with a family of geniuses, it's not. They all put words like 'iridiums'. And I put 'pig'.
I'm so close to Schiaparelli I can taste it. I guess it would taste like sand, mostly, but that's not the point.
Blast-Ended Skrewts for a walk than
He stood a few meters from the step and spoke with great conviction, great joy.
"Alles ist Scheisse," he announced.
All is shit.
Sam's a - pardon my French - chicken-shit-paper-thin liar whose word is as good as a slaughterhouse bird promising golden eggs." If
[The play] is like to be a very conceited scurvy one, in plain English.
You might not be a bombshell, but you are definitely a bullet, possibly even a small grenade.
Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters,precious, eh, what's taters?"
"Po-ta-toes!" said Sam.
I lived with a German family. I learned about schnitzel from Ritta Seiffer. When she cooked she'd get the oil really hot so that it sealed everything and in the middle was very juicy. That's the secret to a great schnitzel.
Oh it is not without scathe that one is gentle, courteous, reasonable, patient, day after day, year after year.
Scholes is the best English player. Intelligence, technique, strength ... all the attributes are there. At Manchester United I saw what he could do on the training field. Phew!
I just can't pass the scones up if they're there. They're soft and light and a little bit salty. Sometimes I dream about them.
Playing with Paul Scholes is like playing with the light on.
Aboot the gold Syvertsen stole
Today ain't in the mood to write... btw my name is Stevy.
Purvis. This is my associate, Samantha Kofer. We've been hired to get our client out of jail. Snowden took a step back as Mattie pressed ahead. Samantha, treading water, wasn't sure what to do, so
I like to play dirty. I can also be very, very exacting." Rate St. Sebastrong>ststrong>ian.
Call me Silidons, for such I am.
- I can make Skell laugh if I really have to, but I have to take off one of his boots first.
- That went by just a little fast, Torl.
- It's terribly hard to tickle the bottom of a man's foot when he's wearing boots, commander.
CSL - cock- sucking-lips.
Sarah had a saying: Der gleichster veg iz ful mit shtainer." "What's it mean?" "The smoothest way is sometimes full of stones.
What is the sound of one hand clapping? What is the weight of a single grain of sand? The answer is equal to my interest in the message you are about to leave so make it short.
Mitch Hertzog's voice mail message.
Could you conjugate that? To sleaze. I sleaze. You sleaze. We all have sleazen.
Answer me!'Shouted Lieutenant Kotler. 'Did you steal something from that fridge?' 'No, sir. He gave it to me,'said Shmuel, tears welling up in his eyes as he throw a sideways glance at Bruno. 'He's my friend,'he added.
Schumpter's daring and dashing entrepreneur is now a legendary figure from the distant past - if not from the mythology of capitalism - or is to be found only in the demimonde of business, founding new ice cream parlors or "deep freeze subscription clubs".
Jobs did not know that Sculley had told Eisenstat he wanted to quit, but by then it didn't matter. Overnight, he had changed his mind and decided to stay. Despite the blowup the day before, he was still eager for Jobs to like him. So he agreed to meet the next afternoon.
Then we leave together,' he whispered. Just that, nothing else.
And for the first time since they met, Scythe cried.
Also not the kind of place to hide a server."
"Is that another pun?" She asked.
"No! I swear! I didn't mean that one."
~Shell Game, Kingdom Keepers #5
presses, and in our implied agreement with the old scytheman it is of the essence of the contract. I
Hush little owl,
You're with Twi.
I got the moves to get you by.
Big bad crows.
St. Aggie's scamps
Ain't got nothin to show the champ.
I'll pop a spiral
With a twist,
Do a three-sixty
And scatter mist
I have this burgeoning reputation for playing a scumbag.
And I thought to myself, 'I haven't had a Schlitz since the third grade!
Slander, whose whisper over the world's diameter, as level as the cannon to its blank, transports its poisoned shot.
That is the Wasp, yes. But it was captured by Black Stache, and he's coming for this ship now."
"And how do you know that?" asked Slank. "Did a seagull tell you?" This brought chuckles from the crew.
Something like that, thought Peter.
When a person's last response was Saumensch or Saukerl or Arschloch, you knew you had them beaten.
I wish I had some stock in a scrunchie company.
No one calls me Sammy. My mother occasionally throws a "Samuel", but I am, and have always been, just Sam. Sammy is a name for five-year-olds and game show hosts and Shinny Happy People.
I am, definitely, not a Sammy
I'm in the mood for some fighting." "If there is," Stephanie said, handing him his gun, "here's something you can use." "Ah, bless. I've missed her. Do you have bullets?" "Uh, no." Skulduggery paused. "Excellent," he said, and tucked the gun away.