Funny Quotes From Novels Novels & Stories

He smiled proudly. " You're right on that but not my diagnosis." I smiled. "See, there's that beautiful smile we all know and love." He pinched my cheeks. " Why don't you go for a stroll? It's a cool evening." He suggested. " No joor, I'm tired, I'm going to lay down." I yawned. " Alright champ, just do you." He quoted. " Better stop reading quotes online." I teased. " JB Soyinka, in the making." He bragged and we shared a laugh.

" Bianca said mimicking me in a really over high pitched voice. I don't sound like that! Joan began to laugh. "Why are you laughing now?" I asked her. "She absolutely has no idea." Joan said, still laughing. I just rolled my eyes. "Please can you guys stop making me the topic of this night?" I asked getting annoyed. I don't know what was funny in what I just said because they all started laughing. What kind of friends do I have for God's sake? I brought out my novel and started reading hoping that I wouldn't pay attention to what they were saying.

In the middle of the chapter, his phone buzzed. ‘Joy: You still blink aggressively when the plot hits a nerve?’ A smile pulled at his mouth. The exact same type of smile he had not felt considering that before the accident. ‘Juda: Only when fictional characters remind me I’m not as deep as I think. Got anything that’ll help me fake enlightenment on a second date?’ There was a pause. Then her reply: ‘Joy: I’ll send you a title that looks impressive on a table but secretly destroys you inside. You're welcome in advance.’

Nolan was impressed by her creativity, and they laughed about it for a while. As they nibbled on their charcuterie board, Alexa couldn't help but make a cheesy joke. "What did the nut say to the farting cheese?" she asked, grinning mischievously. "You may smell funky, but you sure taste yummy." Nolan laughed so hard that he spilled wine all over himself. Alexa couldn't help but giggle at the sight. As they left the yacht late in the evening, Nolan apologized to Alexa for making a mess. "I'm sorry I laughed so hard," he said, wiping the wine off his shirt. "I'll accept your apology if you go on a date with me again."

How could anyone read this much book? “When I was young, I had no friend except my brother, and whenever he goes on a trip with his mom then, I would be alone, what I do for fun is reading,” he smiled, “I have read some the books here over and over again, and I can quote some lines in the book without looking,” he chuckled, “Do you want to see?” He asked.

“Says the man who used an annotated memoir on territorial legislation as bedtime reading.” He leaned back, that amused tilt softening the sharp lines of his jaw. “That was strategy.” “No, that was masochism. At least my books have characters who feel things.” “Like talking ravens and ravishing maidens.” I cracked a smile before I could stop it. “As opposed to your gripping tale of Pack finance reforms in 1997?” “Historic. Influential.” “Boring.” We were both laughing now, genuinely, fully, that kind of surprised laughter that bubbles up when you were least expecting it. It felt warm, stupid, a little reckless. I hadn’t laughed like that in… gods, I didn’t know how long.

He smirked and gave Quinn a once-over before adding, "I must admit, you don't look like the type who would write such books in person." "Am I supposed to walk around with a sticker on my forehead that says, I write steamy novels?" Quinn questioned, irritation flaring through her. 'Why is this weirdo talking to me?' She thought in her mind. Looking at him, he looked decent with dark brown hair and grey eyes. He also gave off an air of nobility but what was with the nasty comments? "Whoa," Jake raised his hands in surrender. "You can't take a joke?" Quinn got to her feet and glared at Jake. She spat, "If you call that a joke then you're terrible at jokes. Just because I write about one-night s

In the end, readers are crazy for being readers in a world where words flow down the monosyllabic drain of unculturedness. * This is a chronicle that I love, from the time when Bia was still married and she would gossip to me over the phone. Added a dash of comedy. I burst out laughing every time I read it! almost divorce "Your fart is so stinky!" ― And by any chance, is there a smelly fart? “There are the not-so-overly-stinky ones. You look like you died inside, you're rotten! Go to the bathroom or I'm going to pass out.

'Not everything in the Mafia is illegal. And not everything can be settled with blood and money....' That was the first line, a brown cover book said. A sly grunt like a silly laugh escaped my lips as I read the malicious lines, most writers were perfect at preaching fallacies. Boring. Hypocrite. I'm not sure the perfect word to describe what those phrases actually meant. I read the lines again, somewhere in my head, my eyes studying the calligraphy on paper. I frowned. Stupid quote. My hands touched the words, and I tore out the page. Rumpling it and tusking it into the waste bin by the door.

Samuel could always crack the lamest jokes in the most monotone voice. The chat was laughing. [LOLOL. Professor Grant, you know your metaphors! I like crazy boyfriends!] [So, those four idiots were harassing Layla, and she should let a mad dog loose to deal with them? LMAO. The chaos! I love it!]