Post Malone Quotes Novels & Stories

No offence, Frank. Frank appeared leaden and fatigued. 'No offence taken, Mister Malone, I'm a pragmatic man myself, or used to be. Well, I sincerely hope your scepticism is not myopic, and you find enough material to justify a documentary. This place has damned near finished me; it would be a small triumph if I could wring some recompense out of its miserable neck.' 'We'll do our best,' said Malone.

The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, faced the congregation, and said, "I outlived the buggers." Memorable Quotes "Scattered showers my ass!" Noah. "I have no problem with you talking to yourself as long as it doesn't turn into an argument" Woody Allen. "If at first you don't succeed try, try again. Then quit. There's no point being a damn fool about it." W.C.Fields. "The one thing that all porn stars have in common is a dread of filming the scenes that don't involve sex" Fanny Lightfoot (Porn Movie Director) "For every human problem, there is a solution that is simple, neat, and wrong." H. L. Mencken

Pamela whispered. “I’m not being a wet blanket. Never accept a drink from anyone you didn’t see poured or isn’t sealed. It’s common sense.” I whispered back. “So…. I’ve got Bud, Heineken, and Coors.” Malcolm declared, looking back over his shoulder at us. “Sorry, I don’t have anything light. And there might be some bottles of water in the back.” “I swear if you say you want the water…” Pamela hissed under her breath. “I’ll take the Bud.” She smiled, batting her eyes at Malcolm.

Jeremy Malone’s expression became cold as soon as he thought of this. He opened the car door with a cigarette in his mouth and said casually, “Put your things into the trunk. Watch it, and don’t dirty the place. “Also, sit at the back. Take off your shoes after getting in the car and hold them in your arms to avoid dirtying the car! “The thing I hate the most is you, hillbillies, always coming here to take advantage of CEO Malone. I’m telling you. I won’t give you a chance!”

I let a look of disapproval cross my face when people start shouting from inside their cars. Malachi sounds… unlike himself when he speaks, “I was just having some fun.” I snap back as pleasantly as i can, “Well don’t. People don’t have fun on the road. We’re here to have lunch, not fun.” I make to get back into my car and though i can hear a man’s burly voice calling me all sorts of names i ignore it and go back in.

At one point, Toby gasps loudly. “Mom! The annoying man stole my bacon!” Malachi shrugs calmly. “Weakness has consequences.” “You’re literally bullying a child.” “I’m building character.” “By being poor and stealing breakfast?” Lilith nearly falls off her chair laughing while Malachi points at Toby in betrayal. “See? That attitude comes from her.” “Unfortunately,” I mutter into my coffee. For the first time in days, my chest doesn’t feel painfully tight. Not completely anyway. Then my phone starts vibrating against the counter.

How could I have been so blind to not notice how Wilbet had one silly excuse after another for the disappearance of a car or a piece of art? My gaze drifted, unfocused, to the crackling fireplace—not for warmth, but for grounding. My ears rang with something far colder than the storm outside. And suddenly, a voice rose from the fog of memory. Malcolm Laurent. That long, slow dinner at their estate a couple days ago. The oysters. The claret. The glint in Malcolm’s eye—not flirtatious, but calculated. “I think you’re smart enough to know when the building’s on fire. And strong enough to walk out before it burns.”

“I don’t think she’ll quit. She’s shown herself to be too much of a professional to give up, especially with the effort she’s already put in, but you definitely need to find a way to make peace with her. Why did you have to make a comment about her kissing your a*s?” “I don’t know. It just poured out of my mouth. For a moment, it almost felt like old times, and I remembered moments that were better left buried. I had no idea that it would upset her so much. She looked so hurt, Mal. I don’t even understand why it’s bothering me so much.” Malcolm was about to respond when an all too familiar voice silenced him. “Look who we have here. If it isn’t Chicago’s washed-up playboy of a second baseman

His expensive shirt and black casual pants accentuated his tall and straight figure. His eyes were cold, and he said with a smile, "Don't worry, Mrs. Remington. In the future, I will live a happier life than anyone else. One day, I will announce to the world that I am the happiest man in the world." When Malcolm said this, his handsome face revealed a gentleness that Debbie and Velma had never seen before. Velma was slightly stunned and suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart. "Why did Malcolm suddenly become so confident and happy?

"From what I see I can tell you're a wild dog. You're not used to this modern life we live.” I didn’t say anything. I didn’t think it was a good idea. “I had a dream before you broke me out… the sun swallowed the moon. Anything to say about that?” he asked. "For a guy who has been locked up, you sure do talk too much." Malcom chuckled. "I’m a conversationalist." I hadn’t face him since I saw him pull his knee to his chest but in my peripheral I could see his intense eyes analysing every part of me. I watched the small moon on the sky, always dwarfed by the sun that gave it light.