Butch O'hare Famous Quotes & Sayings
34 Butch O'hare Famous Sayings, Quotes and Quotation.
The guy in the Red Sox hat came in with an astonishingly beautiful blond woman at his side. He stood— J.R. Ward
close to her, and though they weren't touching, it was clear that they were a couple. They just belonged
together.
There was someone sitting in his room, over on that chair -— J.R. Ward
"Are you kidding me?" He exhaled a curse and rubbed the back of his brain. "Really? Are you fucking kidding me?"
Across the way, like some fucked-up scarecrow, a pair of blue jeans, that Nirvana concert T-shirt of the angel's, the flannel bullshit, and a set of Nikes had been stuffed with God only knew what. The head of the "Lassiter" was made out of a nylon bag that had had potatoes in it, and the black and yellow hair was a collection of knee-high business socks - probably Butch's - and Swiffer cleaning rags that had been safety pinned in place.
Around its neck? A handwritten sign that read: the boss was here.
Okay, big guy, as much as I'm enjoying this, I don't think my tan's improving much considering it's pitch dark." [Butch to Vishous]— J.R. Ward
"You don't have a tan."
"See? This is getting me nowhere. So how about we head home?
Rhage's hand landed on Butch's shoulder. Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean ... hello? You're this beefy Irish boy. He's like ... bus exhaust or some shit.— J.R. Ward
Our categories are important. We cannot organize a social life, a political movement, or our individual identities and desires without them. The fact that categories invariably leak and can never contain all the relevant "existing things" does not render them useless, only limited. Categories like "woman," "butch," "lesbian," or "transsexual" are all imperfect, historical, temporary, and arbitrary. We use them, and they use us. We use them to construct meaningful lives, and they mold us into historically specific forms of personhood. Instead of fighting for immaculate classifications and impenetrable boundaries, let us strive to maintain a community that understands diversity as a gift, sees anomalies as precious, and treats all basic principles with a hefty dose of skepticism.— Gayle Rubin
As she took a deep breath, all she smelled was him, the scent going in her nose and blooming all over her body.— J.R. Ward
Bastard, she thought. Irresistible bastard
Fresh from a costume fitting, where I had been posing in front of the mirror assuming what I thought was a strong position - arms folded, butch-looking ... you know - I met with the woman in charge of Holloway police station. She gave me the most invaluable advice: never let them see you cry, and never cross your arms. When I asked why, she said 'because it is a defensive action and therefore weak.— Helen Mirren
Butch laughed out of his nose. Not attractive, don't try it.— Suzanne Wright
You know you were with the lessers, true?"— J.R. Ward
Butch lifted one of his busted-up hands. "And here I thought I'd been to Elizabeth Arden.
Darkness will never take me ... because I have you. Light of my life, Marissa. That's what you are.— J.R. Ward
-Butch and Marissa
It's just for some reason I've got just as many fans that only like me when I'm yelling or being funny or whatnot, and jumping up and down on a pogo stick while playing a fancy lead guitar. And they get mad when I sing a heartfelt emotional song and if there's an album full of them.— Butch Walker
Every day the men around me came to exercise their bodies; I came to exorcise my demons— Leslie Feinberg
It's obvious which one you are,' Jimmy Hailler tells me as we walk through Hyde Park. 'If it's so obvious why can't I see it.' 'Because you live in your own world and can't see anything.' 'Then which one am I?' 'You're all four. You're constantly bitching things under your breath, you come across bloody stupid because you don't speak, on a particular angle in that uniform on an overcast day with your hair up, you've got that stocky butch thing happening, plus you're pashing other girl's boyfriends which makes you a slut.— Melina Marchetta
Those icy bright eyes left her and shifted to his buddy. The frown didn't leave his face. "You look like— J.R. Ward
hell."
"And you're Miss America.
Butch rustled the sports section around, leaned over to kiss Marissa on the shoulder, then went back to the CCJ. In response she glanced up from her paperwork for Safe Place, rubbed his arm, and went back to what she was doing. She had a fresh bite mark on her neck and the glow of a very satisfied— J.R. Ward
female in her face.
Butch: Now after we ... wait a minute ...— William Goldman
Sundance: What?
Butch: You didn't see Lefors out there?
Sundance: Lefors ? No.
Butch: Good. For a minute there I thought we were in trouble.
When I lie this close to you, when I smell your scent, when I hear your voice, I know everything that matters."— J.R. Ward
She looked down the length of him.
"You are the male I want to mate with. That's who you are.
By the end of the class, Lucy was coming when Bobby called her. Butch was— Ilene Cooper
Our Constitution was put together for a free people.— Butch Otter
Ah, now, don't get all mushy on me. We ain't dating.— J.R. Ward
Butch
From that moment on I was her butch and she was my femme.— Leslie Feinberg
They don't fit you?" V asked his roommate.— J.R. Ward
"Not the point. No offense, but these are wicked Village People." Butch held his heavy arms out and turned in a circle, his bare chest catching the light. "I mean, come on."
"They're for fighting, not fashion."
"So are kilts, but you don't see me rocking the tartan."
"And thank God for that. You're too bowlegged to pull that shit off."
Butch assumed a bored expression. "You can bite me.
Go home, Butch. I'm not going to do anything stupid." [Vishous to Butch]— J.R. Ward
"Stupider, you mean."
"Semantics are for shit.
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V, you know I love you like a brother, right?"— J.R. Ward
"Yeah."
"You feed her and I'll tear out your fucking throat out.
It's much easier to have one swing thought than many.— Butch Harmon
Your mom is a rainbow goddess?" "Got a problem with that?" Butch said. "No, no," Leo said. "Rainbows. Very macho.— Rick Riordan
I'm not crazy, I'm just colorful.— Butch Cassidy
I wasn't cute or passive enough to be "femme," and I wasn't mean or tough enough to be "butch." I was given a wide berth. Non-conventional people can be dangerous, even in the gay community.— Audre Lorde
Before Butch knew what was doing, V grabbed his forearm, bent down, and licked the cut, sealing it up quick.— J.R. Ward
Butch yanked out of his roommate's hold. "Jesus, V! What if that blood's contaminated!"
"It's fine. Just f-" With a boneless lurch, Vishous gasped and collapsed against the wall, eyes rolling back in his head, body twitching.
"Oh, God ... !" Butch reached out in horror-
Only to have V cut the seizure off and calmly take a drink from his glass. "You're fine, cop. Tastes perfectly okay. Well fine for a human guy which really ain't my 'tail of choice, you feel me?"
Butch hauled back and nailed his roommate in the arm with his fist. And as the brother cursed, Butch popped him another one.
V glared and rubbed himself. "Christ, cop."
"Suck it up, you deserve it.
In the process of terrorizing an article on spring training, Butch glanced over at Marissa again, and V— J.R. Ward
knew the two were going to take off soon - but not because they were finished with their coffee.
Funny, he knew what was going to happen from extrapolation, not second sight or because he could read their minds: Butch was letting off the bonding scent, and Marissa loved being with her male
Brace yourself , Effie."— J.R. Ward
"Jesus Ch-" A grunt cut off the swearing. Wrath poked his head out of the window and whispered , "You're supposed to be a good Catholic. Isn't that blasphemy ?"
Butch's tone was like someone had pissed out a fire on his bed. " You just threw half a car at me with nothing but a quote from Mrs. fucking Doubtfire.
Flamboyance and fortitude, femme and butch-not poses, not stereotypes, but a dance between two different kinds of women, one beckoning the other into a full blaze of color, the other strengthening the fragility behind the exuberance. We who love this way are poetry and history, action and theory, flesh and spirit.— Joan Nestle
Hey,maybe I could have a talk show, since you aren't going to be my June Cleaver anymore. I could call it the O'Neal Hour. Sounds important, doesn't it?" [Butch to Vishous]— J.R. Ward
"First of all, you were going to be June Cleaver-"
"Screw that. No way I'd bottom for you."
"Whatever. And second, I don't think there's much of a market for your particular brand of psychology."
"So not true."
"Butch, you and I just beat the crap out of each other."
"You started it. And actually, it would be perfect for Spike TV. UFC meets Oprah. God, I'm brilliant."
"Keep telling yourself that.
Holy Christ! There was a frickin' melee in the alley. Lessers. Brothers. Two civilians crouched and quivering in the middle. And big bad Butch O'Neal.— J.R. Ward
