欧宝娱乐

“If I didn't know any better, I'd say you just defended Christian's honor. Isn't he a pain in the ass?
"Yes he is. But for the next 6 weeks he's MY pain in the ass.”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Kiss

“Eddie discovered one of his childhood's great truths. Grownups are the real monsters, he thought.”
― Stephen King, It

“You know what we need?"

"A new plan?" asked Lissa.

"A miracle?" asked Eddie.

I paused and glared at them both before responding. Since when had they become the comedians here? "No.”
― Richelle Mead, Spirit Bound

“Okay, I鈥檝e never done this. This is the guy鈥檚 department. What do I do? We need to get Lee鈥檚 size and we need industrial strength. Show me which ones to buy.鈥�
Eddie looked at the display and looked at me. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e askin鈥� me to help you buy condoms for Lee?鈥�
鈥淚ndustrial strength condoms,鈥� I reminded him.
...
鈥淟et me get this straight,鈥� he said and I could tell he was laughing, 鈥測ou dragged Eddie to Walgreen鈥檚 to help pick out condoms for me?鈥�
鈥淲ell, I didn鈥檛 know!鈥濃€�
鈥淒id you tell Eddie the part about long-lasting reliability?鈥�
Oh Lord.
鈥淔orget it,鈥� I said.
鈥淚ndy?鈥� he called.
鈥淲hat?鈥� I snapped, kinda pissy.
鈥淚 love you.鈥� He still had laughter in his voice and there was something very cool about him laughing and saying I love you at the same time.”
― Kristen Ashley, Rock Chick

“The scariest, most terrifying thing that I fear?"
Yes."
My Imagination."
I thought you were going to say "Fear, itself."
Then you have a small imagination."
Roland and Eddie”
― Stephen King, The Dark Tower

“See the TURTLE, ain't he keen? All things serve the fuckin Beam.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“For a moment he felt a wild hope: perhaps this really was a nightmare. Perhaps he would awake in his own bed, bathed in sweat, shaking, maybe even crying . . . but alive. Safe. Then he pushed the thought away. Its charm was deadly, its comfort fatal.”
― Stephen King, It

“Don't divide me into before and after.”
― Courtney Summers

“You say true, I say thankya.”
― Stephen King

“There was a heavy, dark pause of vast significance.
Which Jim broke by flashing his hands and belting out, 鈥淏ooga-wooga!鈥�
At least Eddie laughed. Adrian flipped Jim the bird and headed to the fridge for another beer.”
― J.R. Ward, Covet

“You make me feel alone.”
― Courtney Summers

“You want to see fast, we鈥檒 go into the bedroom and I鈥檒 show you fast but I鈥檒 show it to you slow.”
― Kristen Ashley, Rock Chick Rescue

“the rest of the guardians are all checking out the explosion," I realised. Pieces began coming together-including Lissa's lack of surprise over the commotion. "Oh no. You had Christian blow up ancient Moroi artifacts."
"Of course not," said Eddie. He seemed shocked that I would have suggested such an atrocity. "Other fire users would be able to tell if he did."
"Well, that's something," I said. I should have had more faith in their sanity.
Or maybe not.
"We used C4," explained Mikhail.
"Where on earth did you-”
― Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

“It's the kind of kiss that ends with clothes on the floor and somebody getting dicked out up against the wall.”
― Vanessa North, Rough Road

“I hear the unmistakable sound of glass breaking and I start apologizing to no one, trying to pick it up again, but I can't.
I can't get my hands to work because they're too cold.”
― Courtney Summers, Fall for Anything

“Go on in, Eddie," Jack said as he passed. "After all, there are other worlds than these and that fucking train rolls through all of them.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“Eddie runs quite fast he runs quite fast when you're not here runs quite fast when there's nobody around to remind him of how delicate he is and I see in his face Mrs. Kaspbrak that he knows even now at the age of nine he knows that the biggest favor in the world he could do himself would be to run fast in any direction you're not going let him go Mrs. Kaspbrak let him RUN”
― Stephen King, It

“I metaphor for sex, but she slapped my face and walked away when I asked.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“In New York鈥攖he New York of her own time, at least鈥攖hey would have been objects of scorn and anger, the butt of every idiot鈥檚 crude, cruel jokes: a black woman of twenty-six and her whitebread lover who was three years younger and who had a tendency to talk like dis and dat when he got excited. Her whitebread lover who had been carrying a heavy monkey on his back only eight months before. Here, there was no one to jeer or laugh. Here, no one was pointing a finger. Here, there were only Roland, Eddie, and herself, the world鈥檚 last three gunslingers.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“Eddie: You don鈥檛 have any feelings at all.
Phil: I don鈥檛 have your feelings, Eddie; that鈥檚 all. I have my own, they get me by.”
― David Rabe, Hurlyburly

“The stillness of Eddie鈥檚 paused life decomposed with each passing week, eaten away as the reality settled in. No one was coming home. The basket of clothes would remain unwashed, the guitar silent, the beer cans moldering. That immensity was the force that drove dogs to waste to death on their masters鈥� grave.”
― Lee Mandelo, Summer Sons

“Eddie gave a long suffering sigh as he bent down to pick up his bedazzled bag. 鈥淕lory be, why do I debase myself with ignoramuses like you? The Kinsey scale is a very basic way of measuring where you fit in terms of hetero versus homo.鈥� he pulled his coat on and held his hands out at a distance, fingers straight, like he was measuring a fish. 鈥淚magine a line. At one side you have hetero, at the other you have homo. And then there is everything in the middle. It鈥檚 not actually that basic. In fact it鈥檚 far more complicated, but I don鈥檛 have time to tell you now since I need to walk home before I get any drunker.”
― Micaela Vee, Find Me

“Eddie is Iron Maiden's mascot, monster, alter ego - call it what you will. Part supernatural, part primal, part aggressive adolescent, Eddie is a super anti-hero with no backstory. Eddie doesn't give a fuck. He just is.

Eddie also gets us off the hook as individuals. Eddie is far bigger and more outrageous than any badly behaved superstar. Eddie makes rock stars obsolete. This comes in handy when you get to your late fifties and rather fancy a quiet night in after playing to 25,000 screaming metal fans.”
― Bruce Dickinson, What Does This Button Do?: An Autobiography