My carbs kick in at dinner, which makes no sense.
What is more refreshing than salads when your appetite seems to have deserted you, or even after a capacious dinner - the nice, fresh, green, and crisp salad, full of life and health, which seems to invigorate the palate and dispose the masticating powers to a much lorger duration.
You know you've got problems when your head is hanging over the toilet, puking up your dinner, and what you're thinking of is your dad. And how he thinks you're not pretty.
You know that just before that first Thanksgiving dinner there was one wise, old Native American woman saying, Don't feed them. If you feed them, they'll never leave.
I belong to quite a lot of learned societies. We collect firearms and discuss them at dinners and clubs and things.
Chapter 8, Dinner With the Vampire: Is there something wrong with your food?" No, I'm just not very hungry. " You're going to break my heart, aren't you?
People are not interested in you. They are not interested in me. They are interested in themselves - morning, noon and after dinner.
A man who is right by your side through everything makes you happy. But he can leave your side to make dinner once in a while!
And your dinner for the orchestra officials. " "Haven't you ever had people coming over and no time to shop? You have to make do with what's in the fridge, Clarice. May I call you Clarice?
What's this?" "That's a mango. " Simon stared at Jace. Sometimes it really is like Shadowhunters were from an alien planet. "I don't think I've seen one of those that wasn't already cut up," Jace mused. "I like mangoes. " Simon grabbed the mango and tossed it into the cart. "Great. What else do you like?" Jace pondered for a moment. "Tomato soup," he said finally. "Tomato soup? You want tomato soup and a mango for dinner?" Jace shrugged. "I don't really care about food.
When my girlfriend cooks dinner, I'm happy to do the dishes. Because I make her wash dishes when I take her to a restaurant.
In dinner talk it is perhaps allowable to fling any faggot rather than let the fire go out.
The main question to a novel is -- did it amuse? were you surprised at dinner coming so soon? did you mistake eleven for ten? were you too late to dress? and did you sit up beyond the usual hour? If a novel produces these effects, it is good; if it does not -- story, language, love, scandal itself cannot save it. It is only meant to please; and it must do that or it does nothing.
I seem to you cruel and too much addicted to gluttony, when I beat my cook for sending up a bad dinner. If that appears to you too trifling a cause, say for what cause you would have a cook flogged.
This season has been full of rewards. The dinners and banquets just keep on coming. It's great. We want to carry it on as long as we can.
Live events and lectures in front of large audiences. It is the best. I like it more than eating dinner.
You have to be generous if you want to spend your time making someone else dinner. Even if you're charging, you're still giving.
And I'm not apolitical - I'm very specific in my politics. But a lot of the time it's nobody's business unless you're over at my house having dinner.
Prayer is like Thanksgiving dinner. It takes one hour to eat it and ten hours to prepare it.
You can't have five wolves and one sheep voting on what to have for dinner.