#Ladies PG in Silk Board

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Washington Square (Laurel/Hardy, 4800 words, PG-13)

For @theempressar and @stanxollie - a little Valentine from me to you! mostly fluffy L&H fic. thank you for all the fun we’ve had :D

warnings: PG-13 for a paragraph of noncon, period typical language and conceptions of gender, flexes the grittier style of their early works

This was inspired by stanxollie’s great retelling of Why Girls Love Sailors, where the drag queen gets the guy in the end. :p I hope you enjoy. question mark.

It was closing time when he stumbled on the kerb and took a dive off his heels. He laughed it off and quickly flashed the green silk hem of his dress up over his bloomers, to give the drunks a little show - all part of the joke, keep walking. He didn’t want their sweaty hands on his silk. He didn't need help, he needed shoes that fit - he climbed to his feet, righted his ringlet wig that had slouched over his eyes - he needed hat pins, too; a box didn't last long when all the jennies he lived with helped themselves. He straightened himself up and squared his shoulders. Fierce. It was only three in the morning. What was he going to do with himself?

He had a dime in his pocket. Maury hadn't paid his talent up, and wouldn't until next week. 

He wasn’t talent, anyway. He was incidental entertainment, called on when one of the girls was too drunk to perform. The rest of the time he was hanging around the tables, cracking jokes and flouncing. When the molls wanted to use the powder room, he escorted them and kept them laughing. 

It wasn’t exactly a career, was it, Stanny boy?

Maybe he should find something, someone, anything, anywhere else. The city bit shit in the winter. He could go to Union Station and talk his way onto a handsome dame’s ticket, headed for California. He could stow himself in a bunk, bundle up and sleep, and stay there until they crossed the Rockies.

He tripped again, which brought the daydreams to a halt. Stan pulled his fur wrap tighter around his bare shoulders and took serious stock. He had enough for breakfast if he didn't eat tonight. He could get warm if he went to the train station. He couldn't go home, it was Lonnie's night to use the room for sheepshead. She’d be good for dinner tomorrow. His stomach told him that was worth a night in the cold. 

He straggled behind the foot traffic down the sidewalk toward State. He stopped to bum a cigarette from Lady Godiva, who answered to Herbert during the workweek, and they stood under the dark coffee shop’s awning exchanging a few pleasantries about the weather, shoes, who’d been locked up in yesterday night’s raid on the park. 

“Never do it in the bushes,” Lady Godiva said sagely, and Stan nodded with equal sagacity, and his wig slipped down over his eyes again. 

Godiva reached into her velvet purse. “Honey, here.” 

Now he had a dime and a few bobby pins in his pocket. He was about to move on, when Lady Godiva gave him another nod. “Honey - there.” 

Stan turned to look. A big man had come up the street, contra-traffic. The slight weave in his step said he'd been turned out from one of the other night clubs. He had stopped when he heard Stan and the Lady talking, and was examining some graffiti on the side of the brick building with intense interest.

Some background might help: Lady Godiva was the world’s foremost expert on the identification and classification of men and males who wanted something and were willing to pay for it. 

Not that this fellow was easy to miss: Towertown was full of girls in trousers and boys in skirts, big boned frames in dainty dresses and elfin gals with impeccable Windsor knots, and he was planted on the sidewalk in a white sailor's uniform like a bull moose in the headlights. A bull moose trying to make itself look like part of the furniture. He had looked up insouciant in the dictionary, but accidentally read the entry for awkward.

Background, part two: Lady Godiva was good at matching fighters by their weight class. She knew exactly how hopeless Stan was at the game - but this one was a nice soft target. A practice dummy, if you will.

Stan, in a completely inarticulate way, had reached the same conclusion. The guy must weigh eighteen stone if he was an ounce, but he was trying to look smaller than he was in his white uniform. His age was hard to pin down, because he looked travelled, but not even the side profile could hide the baby fullness of his face. 

To Stan, he looked like an absolute lamb.

Someone else would take advantage in a minute. There was Esme, poised outside the walk-up to her john’s apartment, watching the dispersing crowds go by. She was clocking the lamb too. She caught Stan’s eye, gave him a sly smile, and the race was on.

Stan moved to head her off. He stepped into the man’s shadow, and touched the blue-braided sleeve of his jacket.

"You lost, baby?” Stan asked. 

The big boy jumped. He turned away from the public art and glanced Stan up and down. Then again, a double-take that Stan didn’t take personal. An awkward, innocent fluster of hands, fingers, a scrunched nervous grin, followed the mad goggling yo-yo of his eyes. "I seem to have t-taken a wrong turn." 

He stuttered. He had weeping willows and southern charm in his voice. He was a little drunk. Oh, honey.

“Where’re you headed?” Stan laid his hand flat on the man’s arm. Behind them, Esme hissed and faded back into the night.

The man was suddenly mannequin-like with uncertainty. “Not far.”

“Then I’ll walk you,” Stan decided for them both. “What’s your name?”

“Oliver.”

Stan smiled, twined Oliver’s arm with his. “Are you from around here, Oliver?”

“My room’s on Division Street.”

“Originally,” Stan clarified, as he gently pulled Oliver to get him moving up the sidewalk. Stan felt a rush of heat from him as Oliver blushed. 

“Georgia,” Oliver said quietly.

“Georgia. Peaches. Wonderful. Don’t look at them.” A hail of whistles as they turned the corner, some of Esme’s mates. It wasn’t often that Stan hooked such a big one. Stan stuck out his tongue behind Oliver’s back. More jeers. He crushed Oliver’s arm against his ribs and drew him away northeast.

It was only a few blocks, but the crowds thinned out fast as they left Washington Square. The nightlife faded to sniffing junkies and unlucky panhandlers, and the sidewalk was empty by the time they reached the four-story boarding house Oliver was calling home.

“Well… here’s mine,” Oliver said, feebly.

ROOMS FOR RENT - LONG TERM, said the optimistic sign propped on the window ledge of the ground floor. The place looked fleabitten, like it had mange. But Stan looked enviously at the glowing windows. They were nearer the lake and the wind picked up an extra bite off the water, and he was losing feeling in his toes. Then he looked at Oliver, whose arm was still in his.

The moment to clinch or cut loose had arrived. There was an awkward pause, because neither of them knew exactly what happened next, when it was a bloke from Georgia and a bloke in a dress.

“Do you want to come in?” Oliver asked. His tone was smoother, now that the walk had cleared his head.

Stan smiled dumbly. He was feeling shy. He had come this far, hadn’t he? Come on, Stan, say something. But he was frozen, and it wasn’t the temperature. “I...”

“You don’t have to,” Oliver said, with a painfully gallant smile. 

He sounded relieved. And Stan felt hurt, and suddenly piercingly lonely, which broke the impasse just a moment too late. The opportunity had closed in his face while he was tongue-tied.

Oliver extracted his arm, then stuck out his hand for a shake. “Take care, then.”

Stan reached for his hand, feeling all at once like he wanted to cry. The night was dark and… big. He nodded miserably and took Oliver’s hand.

Oliver winced as their bare palms touched. “What are you, cold blooded? Some kind of salamander? Why are you so cold?”

“I don’t -” Stan stammered. 

“Where’s your place?” Oliver demanded.

Another gawping shrug, as Stan tried to make sense of the sudden veer in the conversation. It was like Oliver had dropped him in a bottle and spun it. “Can’t go there,” Stan said helplessly.

“What? Why not? You know what - forget it. Get in here.” Oliver shooed him up the steps and to the door, and pounded on it. 

Stan panicked. “Wait, what do we tell -”

“You tell him you’re my sister from Savannah.” 

Stan had a minute to get into character before the landlord answered. He grunted when Stan fluttered his eyelashes and claimed to be a sister from Savannah, but he let them in, and harrumphed back to bed without comment. 

And that is how they ended up in a room no bigger than a very small room, with a bed, a cupboard, a stand and basin, and Oliver’s work clothes inexpertly washed and hung to dry over the light fixtures and radiator. He was using a pair of his long johns as a sort of makeshift shade over the room’s single drooping window. There was a palpable draft about shin-height due to the sagging window frame, like wading through ankle-biting ghosts.

Oliver sprung into action playing host, scooping his grease-splattered overalls off the radiator to let some warm air into the room, hiding his underpants by kicking them under the bed, and then he offered to take Stan’s wrap, and Stan let him take it and hang it, like the most pathetic garland in the world, on the hook on the back of the door.

“Won’t you sit down?” Oliver asked with exaggerated politeness, indicating the bed. 

Stan sat, crossed his legs, brushed down his silky dress, subtly hiked it up a few inches on the upstroke.

“What about you?” Stan asked, with a put-on high-pitched giggle and wiggle. 

Oliver was undoing his neckerchief. He glanced at Stan in the mirror propped above the wash basin. “I’m fine. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“The floor?” Stan asked, in his babygirl voice.

“You take the bed. Bathroom’s down the hall. Don’t steal my money, will you? If you’re good, I’ll buy you breakfast tomorrow.”

Stan’s legs uncrossed, his heeled foot fell to the floorboards with a shocked little stomp. “You brought me up here to… sleep?” He forgot the pitch of his voice in his surprise.

“It’s miserable out there,” Oliver said. He slid his collar stay out, dropped it on the stand, and started on his top button. “Throw me one of them pillows, will ya?”

Stan hopped off the bed. He grabbed a pillow, and handed it to Oliver. Oliver fluffed it between his big hands, then dropped it unceremoniously onto the floor. 

“I’ll wrinkle my dress if I sleep in it,” Stan said. The femme was back, and she was distressed. He clutched at his neckline in dismay.

Oliver’s eyebrows knit together. He raised one slightly as he appraised Stan. “You do one nice thing,” he groused, though his heart wasn’t in it. “There’s a clean nightshirt in the cupboard. You can borrow it.”

Stan opened the cupboard and grabbed it. He excused himself to the bathroom down the hall. 

When he returned, heels and wig in hand, dress over his arm, clad in an entire circus tent’s worth of nightshirt that billowed around him like topsails, Oliver was prone on the floor, head on the pillow, one of the blankets primly tucked over him. Looked for all the world like he really meant to spend the night right there. His eyes were closed. Could he already be asleep?

Stan crept into the room quiet as a mouse.

“It occurs to me I didn’t catch your name,” Oliver said. He wasn’t asleep at all.

“Stan,” Stan said, flatly. He had shed the girl with the wig and heels. He supposed a man was better suited if this was a set-up to a murder. He placed his shoes on the floor, hung the wig next to his wrap, and stole a hanger to keep his dress looking tidy in the cupboard overnight. 

Oliver was watching him through slitted eyes. Stan knew he must look a sight with his short unkempt hair, the five o’clock shadow on his cheeks, the huge nightshirt with sleeves that slipped down to his fingertips. He smiled apologetically. “Sometimes you take a lady home, and you get something else.”

“Nice to meet you, Stan,” Oliver said. “Go to sleep.” 

Stan crawled into bed. He flailed and paddled in the huge nightgown, and finally found his hands again to pull the covers up. He looked at Oliver again, on the floor in the draft, and he shivered in commiseration. He cleared his throat. “You know, it’s foolish to sleep on the floor. You’ll catch your death.” 

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t be stupid, come up here.”

Was that a chatter of Oliver’s teeth? Oliver grunted, threw an arm over his eyes as if that would shut Stan up. 

“I promise no funny business,” Stan insisted. He was getting worried. He couldn’t possibly go to sleep himself if Oliver slept on the floor. The thought of it made him utterly miserable. Tears pricked his eyes. “Please don’t catch your death.”

The arm came away from Oliver’s eyes, and his expression was that of a man who has ended up in an enclosure at the zoo - not the lion enclosure, or the gorilla enclosure, but perhaps the penguin enclosure, and they’re pecking at his knees. “You’re a weird one, aren’t you.” 

Stan nodded honestly, still fighting tears. 

Oliver sat up. Then he held out his hand, and felt the ice cold draft flowing in from the window. 

He gathered up his pillow and blanket and threw them at Stan on the bed. “Move over.” 

Stan swam through his nightshirt toward the wall, and Oliver heaved himself onto the mattress. They settled, an elbow apart, after a little burrowing and tug of war over the coverlet. Silence ticked by for a few moments, as they both got used to the sensation. The weight pulling at both sides of the mattress, their body heat starting to pool together under the covers.

Stan sniffed away the last of his tears. He folded his hands over the coverlet in satisfaction. “There. Isn’t this better.”

“Who lets you out on your own?” Oliver asked in disbelief. But he already sounded sleepy.

Stan was fading fast, too. He yawned. “It’s Lonnie’s night to use the flat for sheepshead.” 

“Sheepshead.” Oliver snorted. 

“Goodnight, Ollie.” 

He heard a breathy chuckle. Oliver - Ollie - liked it. “Goodnight, Stan.”

* * * 

Stan fell to sleep and commenced a light snore, cocooned in Ollie's nightshirt. Oliver crossed his arms under the bedclothes and tried to ignore the predicament. Stan had still been wearing his - her pantyhose, and her hose-clad toes were scratching at his shin. She hadn't scrubbed all the perfume off. There was a flowers-and-musk scent trapped with their heat in the blankets.

Oliver, my boy, you need to get a hold of yourself. You wouldn't take advantage of a lady. 

Whatever Stan was, exactly. 

Adrift, it seemed to Oliver. 

He kicked Stan’s foot back toward his side of the bed, blew the air from his nose and closed his eyes. 

* * * 

The sun was shining cheerfully through the union suit when they woke up. At breakfast, Ollie watched Stan pack away a pound of home fries, four eggs, two rounds of bacon and a stack of pancakes. He ate like he hadn’t been fed in a month. 

He was a pretty normal fella over the breakfast table, even in the dress. Well - not fully normal, the way he put sugar on his eggs, but Ollie let it slide. He was funny, and he thought Ollie was funny, which tickled Ollie right in the cockles of his pride. 

Stan listened with rapt interest when Ollie talked about the merchant marines and where he had been, and the convoys during the War. He got that doe-eyed look that dames did when Ollie got on the subject (though Ollie neglected to tell him he had, in fact, been a cook), which also tickled Ollie in a way he couldn’t explain. It made him want to flex his arms and look big. 

Three stacks of pancakes between them later, Ollie paid the check and they stepped out onto the sidewalk.

 "I have to report," Ollie said. "You might want to head home and ah -" He swiped his cheeks and chin with his palm.

Stan nodded. His whiskers needed sanding. The waitress had stared at him a little.

Ollie was staring at him, too. His eyes were sparkling. 

“Come to Maury’s some time,” Stan said. “You can see me work. I’ll be there every night this week.”

“I’d like that,” Ollie said, but Stan couldn’t tell if it was a punt or a promise. 

Ollie tipped his hat. “See you around, doll," he said. 

Stan flashed him an angelic smile. 

* * * 

No Ollie on Wednesday. No Ollie on Thursday. Not that Stan was anticipating. His tips were suffering, though; he wasn’t quite as funny when he was distracted. The mobsters didn’t trust a freak who wasn’t also a clown, and their girls didn’t like a downer. It was hard to be charming when every bigger guy who walked in the place sent a little jolt from his scalp down to his knees. But they always were too - something. Too rich, too crude, too repressed or too married. Their greatest crime, of course, is that none of them were Ollie.

Monday came again, and Maury didn’t pay him, even when he filled in for Bernadette a few times over the weekend.  

He needed money to eat, though. And for a ticket out of here, since it looked like he was back on his own.

Best way to make a quick buck? Well, Lady Godiva could tell you.

It started civilly enough on Tuesday night in the alley behind the club. The dumpsters made for convivial surroundings, and the romance was palpable as the rats scurried away from their twirling feet and the single bulb above the back door fizzled in its socket. The man was sweaty with beer and wanted to dance, sort of a swaying grabbing twisting motion - suddenly Stan had his chin elbows and knees up against the brick wall of the alley, and a hairy steel beam of a forearm across the back of his neck. Stan protested, with a giggle that was high with alarm. That big body ground against his and he ground into the dirty bricks. He clawed a little to get some purchase to shove back.

“Hey, wait, wait,” he protested, and that got him dragged around to face the guy, who didn’t look very keen on waiting. 

A few things went through Stan’s mind. One, he didn’t want to be here. Two, he wished he wasn’t. Three, his heels gave him a little extra height but the guy still had half a head on him, and four, this large drunk man was going to be shocked in a minute if his hand kept going - and that is a very specific kind of fear, the fear of being found out by an angry grasping hand in the dark. It vitalizes.

Stan struck back at him and gave a shout. 

And like a miracle, he heard an answering "Hey!" 

It might have been an angel. It was a big voice, if not very deep - but it was alarm enough to get the hand out from under his skirt. 

Stan took the opportunity to use a knee, and the man folded up like an ironing board. 

Stan looked up and there was - 

Ollie's shoulders filled the alley almost wall to wall as he came toward them. He swept the scene, the man crouched on the ground retching, Stan’s disarray and his heaving chest. 

His hand stretched out to Stan. "Come along - he can’t hurt you - well done." 

Stan took the offered hand and stepped over the gasping, sputtering heap. He slipped by between Ollie's double-breasted jacket and the brick wall, and heard Ollie give the guy a kick for good measure. 

On the sidewalk, Ollie brushed off his mink and repositioned it on Stan's shoulders. There was a run in his hose from the scrapes on his knees. His mascara was smudged up like two black batwing eyes. Ollie pressed his handkerchief into Stan's hand so he could clean himself up.

"Did he hurt you?"

Stan shook his head.

"Good. I'd go back and kill him." Ollie removed his coat because it was the gallant thing to do, and draped it around Stan’s shoulders. 

"Where have you been?" Stan asked. He didn’t want the coat - he was still hot from adrenaline, and mad at Ollie for abandoning him - but he grabbed it and pulled it tight around him all the same.

"What? Oh - they sent me to Omaha to pick up a load. Just got back into town tonight." 

Ollie looked so perfectly, sweetly innocent. Completely guileless. Just concerned for his friend, and very handsome in his dark suit. 

"Oh," Stan said.

"I’m sorry I didn’t make your show. I left a note at the boardinghouse."

"Oh," Stan said again.

Ollie's voice was very gentle. "Were you waiting for me?"

Stan nodded.

"I'm here now. Come on, let me walk you home."

Stan folded the kerchief shakily. ' 'I can't. Sheep-"

"Sheepshead, I know." 

They ended up back at the boarding house, together, Stan with his face scrubbed clean, snuggled in the crook of his arm sleeping soundly, as Ollie propped a book on his chest and read in the pink and orange glow of the jewel-papered lamp. 

This was nice, Ollie thought, looking away from the book to the window. Snow was hissing against the glass like an angry cat, but it was warm, Stan was snoring softly. It was nice. 

Stan exhaled, blowing the pages of Ollie’s book, sending him back some pages. Ollie thumbed forward to his place. Stan exhaled again. They fluttered back. And so on. Eventually, Ollie turned out the light and went to sleep. 

* * * 

They had fun. Stan left Maury’s club and found a job at a boutique, giving all of the broad-shouldered ladies and theydies advice and helping them find the right fit. Ollie put in for a couple months of shore leave, and for a while it was easy street. Sometimes they played darts, drank beer, argued, rode the L until they were sober enough to remember their stop. They went to the lake front and laid on the grass and teased the stone lions in front of the art institute. 

Sometimes Stan slipped on his little black dress and his heels and made Ollie prove he deserved him. Those were the days Ollie turned into a gentleman. Doors opened as if by magic, never an inconvenience to be seen. Kisses on his knuckles as if they were perfect, delicate strings of pearls, a hand possessively on his swishless hips as if to say, I got you. 

I get you.

Stan took Ollie to his first drag ball. Ollie was a hit in his best suit. He was easy to like and even easier to love. On the floor he lead with such a light-footed agility that Stan sometimes had trouble keeping up, and every one of the drag queens tried to budge in for their turn. It was a matter of feminine pride, wasn’t it, to try to ride the bull. Stan let them play, because at the end of the night, it was always him and Ollie. Stan belonged here, and Ollie belonged to him. 

And the clock ticked on. The stuttering from the Stock Exchange, so far away, became a rumble, became an avalanche. Towertown - like Greenwich, Times Square, like Camden, like babylon Berlin - was a dream, a fleeting Camelot that couldn't last. The crackdowns on public disease - of the flesh and of the spirit - closed the fairyland clubs and scattered the communes. The dreamer was stirring. The pendulum swung to the right, picking up momentum as the glory of glitz-and-jazz became hunger and want. Markets crashed and the soil turned to dust.

They skipped out of Chicago when Ollie’s shore leave was up. They tramped through the upper midwest on the bus routes, St Paul, Fargo, Duluth, as far as Bismark and back again to Cleveland, and then all the way out west to California. The horizons were dark, the faces in the street were drawn. Shangri-La faded into sopping wet socks, holes in their jackets, and odd jobs. 

History lurched from the sickly sleepwalk of hunger into a waking nightmare of war machines and atomic death, into bodies piled in camps and on the streets of Stalingrad and the tide lines of Normandy, and souls suddenly unmade by a flash in the sky. All this played out in the papers as he and Ollie scraped and saved and wandered the home front. Stan’s youth faded, too, he wilted and widened and wrinkled, and the only grace was his ill-fitting jacket hid some of it even from himself. 

* * * 

1955. They lived. They saw the war end, the men come home, and the prefab suburbs start stamping across the landscape. Eisenhower and his administration drew big bold lines across the nation and decided to pay for them with a gasoline tax. The commies took up residence under American beds, and the homosexuals fell back to the closets for self-preservation. They were good days for the nuclear family and a straightjacket for everyone else. 

Speaking of straightjackets - in the new atmosphere, Stan felt more and more like he needed one. 

The suit had never fit exactly right, but sometimes, it didn't fit at all. Then - in secret - he opened his battered case and pulled out the things he kept under the false bottom, fake gems and wrinkled velvet, and tried to breathe free, if only for a moment, in a strictured world.

He tried to keep it private, so as not to embarrass Ollie, not to shame him in front of his friends. America was bestride the world, the least Stan could do was keep up appearances in their little sphere of the second-hand antique shop (VERY OLD THINGS - Laurel and Hardy --- Proprietors). 

They had dinner tonight with some of Ollie’s new friends from the local Charitable Brothers lodge. He had been strangled for air all day… he didn’t want to go there looking like this, with his suit coat and shirt and the trousers that Ollie had pressed so nicely. It wasn’t… him. The thought of playing that masquerade all night… he was tired, he couldn’t do it. 

He held up the dress.

It was hopelessly out of fashion now. It smelled like he had packed everything from shoe polish to ham sandwiches on top of it. But he smoothed it out, put the stiff wrap around his shoulders, shook the last drops of perfume from the vial and dabbed them behind his ears. He strung the pearls around his neck and smiled at himself in the mirror. 

The pearls had lost their lustre, and his teeth showed another twenty-some years of coffee and cigarettes when he smiled. The smile quickly faded.

"Are you ready yet?" Ollie demanded, barging heavily into the bedroom, hat on his head and impatient.

He stopped short when he saw how Stan was gazing at the mirror, the haunted look in his eyes.

Ollie took off his hat. 

"I'm sorry -" Stan looked at the old bag in the mirror. "I'll change."

Ollie crossed the room and stood behind him, gazing over his shoulder into the glass. "Why? You look wonderful."

Stan snorted.

Ollie reached for his hand, pulled on it to turn Stan toward him. "As beautiful as the day I met you." He kissed Stan's knuckles with a bow and flourish. Returned Stan's hand to his side. Then spun one finger in the air. "Turn around, I'll do you up."

Stan put a hand over his mouth as Ollie's fingers crept down his back, then pulled the edges of the dress together and slipped the buttons into their holes. One by one, up his spine until the clasp at his collar, and Ollie put his hands on Stan's shoulders.

"Don't cry," Ollie said, gently.

Stan dropped his hand. He was grinning. He spun and hugged Ollie to him tight. He reached up to grasp his chin, turned his face, and give him a firm kiss on the cheek. 

Ollie kissed his forehead. "There you are. Come on, we'll be late.

* * * 

Shuffle the cards. Masculine, feminine, man, woman, Mars, Venus, two houses and a trench and barbed wire and the guard towers of convention in between. He lived in no-one's land in between, bombarded from both sides - and then Ollie had stumbled across him, stuck his head over the lip of the trench and called him doll, eyes sparkling. He recognized a fellow outcast, a fellow question without an answer.

They got out of the cab. 

Stan felt warm lips catch the cool metal of his dangling earring against his neck, and he shuddered. Ollie's hand squeezed his. It didn't matter if people stared. Let them.

“Who’s this?”

Ollie’s hand on the small of his back. "This is my wife." No shame and no joke. Daring the world to doubt it.

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Author: Kahvi

Year: 2008

Rating: PG-13

Pating:  Commander Pettifer/Pie Woman (Howince)

Commander Pettifer, head held down, pushed his way through the raging crowd outside the bakery. The streets of St. Petersburg – or Petrograd, he supposed, the name still not quite sitting right in his mind – were swarming with hungry, angry people, many of whom would attack anything vaguely representative of those who ruled over them, be it Tsar or Duma, in their desperation-addled minds. It did not matter that his uniform looked nothing like that of the Tsar's guard; he was in uniform, and that was enough. The only thing that stopped the miserable bastards from throwing their bricks at his head and their punches in his face, was the look on that face, underneath the brim of his well-worn hat. Commander Pettifer looked like he had already been stricken, and had enjoyed the experience. It helped, he supposed, that he was going slightly mad. 1917 had not been a good year in general, and yet they were only barely through with February. There was nothing for him to do, and no work to be found, for him or anyone else. He didn't even have any clothes apart from his uniform and a few changes of underwear, and money was running out quickly. If his luck didn't change, he'd be out on the streets, freezing his threadbare ass off by the end of the month – always assuming there would be an end to this month. Judging by the cries of outrage around him, Commander Pettifer was not so sure. There was no such rank as a 'Commander' in the Russian army, of course, but then again, Pettifer was no longer a member of that fine body of men. 'Commander' was a nice, neutral title to call oneself by, when certain parties needed to be impressed. The army had taken his actual rank – that of Corporal – as well as his pride, leaving him only with mounting insanity, and the severance pay he was owed by law. Not that it had been much; he'd been forced to supplement it by selling what little furnishings there had been in his rented room, which was yet another reason why he needed to get out of there as soon as possible. Getting out required renting another room, however, which required cash in advance. At least, he thought, elbowing his way to the front of the shop, there were the pies. The shop was closed in a very final-looking way. Boards were nailed across the door and windows, so you'd think the crowd would take that little hint. They didn't, though, which hardly surprised Commander Pettifer. He knew crowds. They weren't the smartest things around, really. Ignoring both the storefront and the people surrounding him, he edged his way towards the nearest alley, where the back wall of the bakery met the back wall of the recently abandoned fishmonger. It wasn't an alley so much as it was a barely man-sized space, but Pettifer had been there before, and persevered. Having wedged himself in, he coughed, and waited. When nothing happened, he coughed again. Finally, a section of the brick wall fell away inwards, and a small, dark-haired man appeared. "All right, Howard?" Pettifer flinched. "I told you not to use that name! Are we on familiar terms now?" The man shrugged. Pettifer knew him only as Enigma. Everyone knew Enigma. He could get you anything, and he could get you out of anything too. No one seemed to know much about him, though. "Whatever. You still want the pie?" "Of course I want the pie," Pettifer hissed. Enigma was the only person he'd met that he couldn't intimidate. The odd little man simply didn't seem to care. Nothing fazed him. "Why else would I be here?" "Dunno. Wouldn't kill you to stop by for a chat now and then, would it? Get the pie, would you, Bollo?" He called over his shoulder. An assortment of grunts and huffs echoed from somewhere inside. No one had ever seen Enigma's assistant, though there were rumors he was the size of an ape, with the strength of two men. He certainly smelled like at least a couple of men hard at work, Pettifer thought, leaning away from the window, slightly. "And you're sure this one will actually be edible?" Enigma rolled his eyes. "The blackbirds were a fluke, all right? What do you want from me; there's a revolution going on, in case you hadn't noticed. Cheers, Bollo," he added, reaching into the darkness behind him, and bringing forth a piping hot potted pastry. Pettifer watched it, hope rising despite everything. It did smell lovely. Then again, they had all smelled lovely. "You have my eternal gratitude," he mumbled, making a grab for it. Swiftly, Enigma held it out of his reach. "I'd rather have the kopecks, thanks." "I'll get it to you Tuesday week, all right?" Enigma gave a sort of half-shrug that seemed to indicate that he had absolutely no faith in anything Pettifer said, but couldn't care less either way. "Yeah, all right." He pulled a small flask of something or other out of the folds of his dark blue coat, raising it as though in a toast. "Here's hoping you pull tonight, eh?" Pettifer nearly jumped as Enigma took a hefty swig. He hated himself for flinching like that! He was a man of action, dammit, not some recruit fresh down from the village, who'd wet his britches at the mention of combat. Not that Pettifer had first-hand experience at that sort of thing, of course. "I'm not out to pull," he spluttered, nearly dropping the pie. Curse it all, he wasn't usually this clumsy! It was that damned Enigma and his stubborn refusal to react to Pettifer's carefully constructed persona. "Never mind. Take care now, Howard." "It's not…" Take a deep breath. Ignore it. You've got pies to deliver. "Yesallrightseeyoulater," he pressed out, through clenched teeth. Pettifer had found the house almost by accident. Not a lot of people rented out rooms these days, so when he'd seen the sign in the window, Pettifer almost thought he was seeing things. It turned out to be genuine, however, though the woman who lived there denied it at first. Pettifer did not blame her. They lived in dangerous times, after all, and you couldn't be too careful. This woman though… he could have intimidated her easily, of course, but there was something about her. Pettifer admired her steadfastness, and her courage in the face of danger (he knew how frightening he could appear, when he set his mind to it, yet this lady did not so much as flinch, even when he set his hat askew), but it was more than that. When she had refused to take him in the first time, he'd sworn to return every day until she changed her mind, and so he had, and every time it became clearer to him; he was falling for this dark, mysterious woman. This changed everything. If he could fall in love with a woman, woo her, perhaps even marry her… his life would be turned around. She had expressed a fondness for pies, so Pettifer, as you did when something impossible needed to be found, had turned to Enigma. Now, every day, he came to his woman's door, begging to be let in. He did not even know her name, this timeless, ageless beauty. He did not know what it was about her that attracted him so; there was a certain, unreadable quality in her face, some spark in her eye she could never quite conceal. One day, he would have her. The door was closed as always, and there was no light in the windows. Few people had candles to spare, after all, so there was nothing odd about that. Pettifer pressed his face against the glass, hoping for a glipse of his dark, raven-haired angel, but as always, she was nowhere to be seen. Sighing, he moved over to the door, trying to summon the courage and strenght to knock once again. Slowly, he raised his strong fist against the aging wood. There was no answer at first, as usual, but he persevered. It would be worth it in the end. Then - a voice; the voice of his dark angel! Pettifer could only barely make it out if he held his ear close to the door. "This is fucking ridiculous" Without warning, the door opened. Pettifer stumbled in, holding the pie in front of him as a combined peace-offering and balance-rod. The girl - woman - was there, watching him with her clear, searching blue eyes. The temperature in the flat was only barely above that of the freezing streets outside, and she had wrapped herself in a blanket for warmth. Coughing, Pettifer closed the door behind him; a bit of a feat, using only one hand. The pie was still hot enough to be steaming, and Pettifer could see the woman eyeing it when she thought he wasn't looking. "Would you like a pie?" Pettifer grumbled, not looking in her direction. She stared at him, dumbly. "No." Pettifer had to admit he hadn't really planned this far ahead. "But it is a good pie," he ventured, eventually. "Nevertheless." Pettifer's nose twitched. "Why you..." This was all going wrong. "Why don't you like my pie?" He hissed. The woman sighed. "Look, the last time you brought me pie, I cut into it with my tiny pie-cutter, and millions of tiny birds flew out!" Sending a silent curse to Enigma, Pettifer searched for a suitable reply, but found none. "They hit me in the eyes and the temple," the woman pulled the blanket aside, revealing several large, blue-black and purple bruises. When her fingertips touched them, lightly, Pettifer winced as though it were his own skin. But it wasn't; it was her perfect, unmblemished, soft, white skin; smooth like the finest silk, like white bread, like... "It was a trick pie!" Blinking, Pettifer just stood there, holding the pie. He looked away for a moment, unable to meet the ire in those perfect eyes. It was a lost cause. Why had he not realized from the very beginning? She was too good for him. He would never have her. But, dammit, why?! "WHY DON'T YOU LIKE MY PIE?" Pettifer wailed, seeing nothing, not feeling his beloved falling to the floor in front of him, startled by his outburst. "I JUST TOLD YOU!" He did hear her, though. It was hard not to. "Pie!" Pettifer was sobbing now, the tears coming in great, half-repressed bursts. He choked, desperately, his hands clawing the air. He could not open his eyes; he could not see! He could not... there was a hand on his thigh. Startled, Pettifer looked down. The woman - girl, she looked like, from this angle - was slumped at his feet, her legs tangled in the blanket that was wrapped around her. She was looking up at him, patting his leg in an awkward fashion. And she was smiling. "Every day, it's fucking pastry goods with you." All Pettifer could think of, stupidly, was that the trouser legs of his uniform were worn enough that they were gleaming like satin, and from this angle she would surely notice. He swallowed, transfixed by the sight of her. "What is it you really want, eh?" Yelping, Pettifer grabbed her by the shoulders, hoisted her up, and promptly stopped thinking as he kissed her with all the passion that had built up in his soul. Oh, it was finally happening; finally! Pettifer was lost in ecstasy, hugging the slight woman tightly. He had fallen for a woman; she had accepted him, and they would live happily ever after. With tears in his eyes, he withdrew just enough to see her beautiful face once more. "You have not told me your name," he whispered. "Yeah..." her voice sounded different; deeper, somehow. No doubt she was as moved by the moment as he. "About that..." Pettifer put a finger to her lips. "Your name," he repeated, in just that tone he knew would assure compliance. She hesitated, her incredible, bright blue eyes seeming uncertain. "Valery." "Valery. Such a name. Such a fitting name for a lady like you." "Erm..." "It is poetry. I will slay men in the honor of your name, gorgeous, enchanting Valery. Your soft skin, so pale, like the cream at the bottom of..." "Yeah, it's a man's name." Lost in visions of the cream he had not tasted for months, it took a moment for Pettifer to register the comment. "What?" "It's a man's name. I'm a man. Honestly; how could you not know that? Are you even from Russia?" "My family came from Leeds," Pettifer mumbled. Smiling weakly, his Valery, his dark, raven-haired angel pulled off the blankets, revealing a reed-thin body clad only in wollen underwear, covering long, skinny arms and legs, and an upper body... "You are still young," Pettifer tried, desperately. "You're still growning." "I really doubt that." "But... I..." Everything had gone slightly gray. Pettifer saw it all - his respectable future, his normalcy, all of it slipping away. He had shamed himself yet again - as if the army hadn't been enough! He didn't realize he had fallen to his knees in desperation, sobbing, until he felt Valery's arms around him. In his weakened state, he did not even think to fight them off. "That's why they kicked you out of the army, isn't it? Look; it's OK. I know." "Know?! Know what; how could you possibly know?" Pettifer yelled, fighting off the rising panic. "I didn't always use to be like this, you know. Time was, no one cared what you did in the privacy of your own home." Valery shrugged. "They're changing, I suppose. Times, I mean." Pettifer nodded, grimly. He felt a fool, now. Clearly, he was utterly transparent. "I didn't think anyone would ever know. We were very careful. But when they caught him trying to run away, he gave them all the dirt he had on anyone else to try to curry their favor." Valery smiled, stroking a hand against his cheek. He still looked like a woman, Pettifer thought, feeling dizzy. "It's easier just to pretend you're a woman. Though," Valery's brow wrinkled, revealing more lines that should have been there for a... person the age he appeared to be, "I'm not entirely sure that would work for you." Pettifer had to laugh at that. The little room seemed so much warmer now than it had minutes ago, and he was loath to leave it, and yet, he extracted himself from Valery's gentle grip. "Your secret is safe with me, Valia." "You're not leaving?" "What do you suggest I do?" Cream, he thought, warm, nourishing milk on a cold winter's day... Valery grinned. He looked almost predatory, and again Pettifer found himself wondering how old he really was. "You were going to ask me to marry you, right? That was the general idea?" As transparent as army soup, it would seem. "Yes." "Well?" "Well, what?" "Well, do it, then! Marry me. There's room for more in the house, and my mother left me enough to get by on." Pettifer wasn't entirely sure how it had happened, but somehow Valery had sidled closer again, taking the pie he had not realized was still in his hands, and placing it on a nearby table. "B...but..." he stuttered, "you're a..." His coat was unbuttoned. How had that happened? And there Valery's arms were, sneaking their way in, warming his body in ways Pettifer had forgotten was possible. And then this impossibly warm, gentle, impish man was sucking at Pettifer's neck, and mumbling against it, "who's gonna know?" The streets of Petrograd lay quiet in the early winter morning as a solitary figure ran clumsily along the cobbles. From time to time, he would stop and rest, panting and looking around nervously. By the time he reached the alley behind the bakery he was more sweat than man, despite only wearing a tin, light blue suit in the cold weather. Leaning against the wall gratefully, he nodded at the passing young couple watching him from across the street. "Hey, Pettifer! Nice wife you've got there." He growled, making barking noises. "Do ya share, huh? Would ya?" The woman rolled her eyes and Pettifer glared until his wife pulled him away. The figure grunted, making obscene gestures at them until they were out of sight. There was a slight click of a hatch opening, but the figure did not notice. "Don't even bother," Enigma said, leaning out, "she's way out of your league." The figure - one could perhaps justify calling it a man - turned, all sweaty desperation. "I know she is, sugarface, but what d'ya want me to do, huh? She's out of Pettifer's league too, but that didn't stop him, did it?" Enigma rolled his eyes. "What do you want, Boris?" The man hesitated, looking confused. "Is that my name?" "Whatever; just state your business and be on your way, yeah?" Quite-possibly-Boris reached across and grabbed Enigma by the front of his coat, shaking the little man vigorously. "THEY CLOSED THE ZOO DOWN, SNOOKUMS!! BORIS LOST HIS ZOO!!" From the darkness behind Engima, a large, dark hand reached out and shoved Boris away, violently. "Thank you. I wasn't myself." He sniffled, rubbing his nose on the sleeve of his suit. "They closed the zoo down eleven years ago," Enigma said, looking entirely unaffected. "What do you want me to do about it?" Boris shrugged. "I don't have any money. I ate my shoes, but that made my feet cold. I've tried being a prostitute, but I don't have the right..." he gestured, eloquently, "bits." "Yeah, tell me about it." Enigma sighed, then reached underneath his counter for a bright pink, shimmering bottle." "That looks pretty. Can I touch it?" Boris reached for it with eager hands, but Enigma held it back. "Twenty percent of your income, nightly." Boris didn't even hesitate. "Done." Grabbing the bottle, he uncorked it, drinking eagerly. From the safetly of his hideaway, Enigma watched him with interest. There was a series of loud 'pop's, and his interest turned rapidly to confusion and disgust. A soft, pink light fell on Engima's face, and he shielded his eyes. "Turn away, Bollo - you don't need to see this." Eventually, the noise and the glow turned down, and Enigma opened his eyes, carefully. Then he smiled. "It'll take some getting used to, but I trust you'll be satisfied. In more ways than one. Now run along, Boris." On the other side of the counter, the fashionably dressed woman took a puff of her cigarette, and winked at him. "Call me Elena."

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How to find best PG on rent in Bangalore | ZoloStays

Bangalore is too approachable and hospitable for individuals to relocate from one place to another in search of employment or better living conditions. Bangalore is the city in India that has the best PGs on rent in Bangalore. People relocate in search of better facilities, employment opportunities, and educational opportunities. Individuals who migrate the most come from small towns and areas that are not widely popular and lack the resources to provide their population with better living standards. One such city that accepts numerous migrants is Bangalore. Here is the list of the best PG areas on rent that are available in Bangalore.

Indira Nagar

Indira Nagar pgs Includes Ladies and gents paying guests in Indiranagar — Near KFC signal, 100 feet from the road, accommodations near New Horizon College. Domlur Flyover, Hostels near the old airport road (MG Road commutable guest accommodations)

Facilities at Indira Nagar PGs in Bangalore

The cost of living here is relatively high. The cost of renting a shared room in a PG establishment here is at least Rs 8000 per month.

Along with a number of fundamental conveniences, they offer quite pleasant and comfortable lodging options.

This area is situated in the heart of Bangalore city and is surrounded by many posh areas.

It offers enough connection and convenient access to Bangalore’s main IT centres.

2. Marthahalli

This area of Bangalore’s outskirts is extremely crowded. It closely resembles the HAL Museum and HAL Airport, which are both major IT firms. For students who visit Whitefield and Electronic City to hunt for jobs and for those who visit IT enterprises, Marathahalli is the best place.

Facilities at Marathahalli PGS in Bangalore

Marathahalli is a safe and inexpensive place to find a suitable PG in Bangalore. IT professionals working in Bangalore choose this area more.

It is located in the Bangalore suburbs, nearer to HAL Airport.

This location is within easy reach of the Electronic Town, Whitefield, Domlur, and others

This location has easy access to transportation to any other part of Bangalore.

3. Koramangala

Koramangala is located in the south-eastern part of the city of Bangalore. It is a mix of different intersections, such as the inner ring road, Sarjapur road, and Madiwala road.

Facilities at Koramangala PGS in Bangalore

In this region the cost of living is moderate.

The PGs in this area offer all the amenities single people could possibly need.

It is situated to the southeast of Bangalore Millennium City.

People from various cultures and origins reside here, making the city generally regarded as cosmopolitan.

It connects Hosur Road, Electronic City Road, Airport Road, Intermediate Ring Road, and other roads while providing people with safe transportation and connectivity.

4. Bellandur

Bellandur is located close to the outer ring road, which runs from the silk board to the hebbal near the international airport. Bellandur is also conveniently situated between two sizable, developed areas, including Whitefield and Electronic City (IT zone). Bellandur is packed with good facilities for PG (paying guests), and other accommodation. Also, HSR layout, devarabeesanahalli, panathur, and Kadubeesanahalli are the top places that lie near Bellandur that provide the best residential space at affordable rates.

Facilities at Bellandur Pgs in Bangalore

For students in Bangalore, the cost of renting a PG is reasonable.

It is a popular area to get accommodation as it offers household hunters affordable and a variety of housing options.

This area is more similar to Bangalore’s many shopping malls, famous food joints, and hospitals.

This area lacks links with other highways, like the Outer Ring Road, somewhere behind.

If you are searching for PGs on rent in Bangalore at any of the locations above or anywhere, then Zolostays is for you. ZoloStays offers both male and female PGs in Bangalore for long stays. Zolostays also provides PGs in JP Nagar, Bangalore. Zolo provides the best facilities that other Coliving Platforms may not provide.

Visit Zolostays in Bangalore to find the best PGs on rent!

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Why settle for less with a PG in Bellandur? Over the past few years, co-living companies like Colive have worked hard and built a brand that you trust. It was all built on the immense support received from satisfied customers. Everyone needs an assurance that in a sensitive time like this, they will be completely taken care of. That is what you get when you associate with a reputed co-living brand. You can always rely on the customer service provided by the name you are associating with and know that an issue, if any, will be immediately resolved. A service seems more attractive when queries can be made, complaints can be raised and assistance can be provided through a mobile app. With an App at your service, you do not have to worry about finding someone to solve your problems. All your issues will be taken care of. These are a few reasons why the co-living industry is seeing a rise in its growth story. Co-living as a concept is an ideal lifestyle to choose, especially post lockdown and due to the multiple benefits. And as time passes by, we’ll see more people moving into this comfortable way of living! Choose safety with home-like comfort with ready-to-move-in sanitized rooms, extensive amenities, and a sense of belonging. Determination to win this fight against the pandemic COVID-19. That’s why, with a comprehensive list of preventive measures, Colive offers you Men’s PG in Bellandur as well as Ladies' PG in Bellandur. Keeping the residents safe by offering affordable premium rental accommodation in Bellandur, these PGs are designed keeping in mind all the COVID-19 measures, therefore, making Colive the best PG in Bellandur. Your thoroughly sanitized paying guest room in Bellandur will have all the furniture that facilitates your needs for a comfortable stay. Colive believes that your chair shouldn’t multitask as a clothes rack and your bed is not meant to be a study table anymore. Co-living in a simple term means a modern form of housing which gives you the feeling of a home. Co-living is like living under a single roof with like-minded people who share and exchange ideas, interests, and values. There is no gender bias and everyone lives together under a big single roof. Co-living not only provides you excellent accommodation options but also takes care of your other basic amenities that you need for a comfortable life. These Co-living spaces are much better than the regular PGs and hostels in all cities in India. Co-living is not only about the place you stay or the amenities you get but it allows you to build a good network with like-minded people which boosts your self-confidence and helps you in your daily life. India is slowly but gradually adapting to the co-living culture. Many cities in India currently host co-living spaces which are being preferred over the regular PGs and hostels by the millennial generation. Nowadays, people are looking for comfortable and secure stays for the price they are paying. That is exactly what these co-living spaces are providing. One of such best PG in Bellandur is Colive 077 Shanvi which also offers you beautifully designed, co-living spaces at the best location of Bellandur. It is considered a nodal point of access to Whitefield and Silk Board. Owing to its location, Shanvi has easy accessibility to groceries, general stores, shopping malls, hotels, and restaurants.

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Well, the poor lad was emotionally brittle.He needed sympathetic handling. “You’re a mess,” I sneered “You’ve lost it big time. What’s happened? All the guilt and self-loathing suddenly get to you? It can’t just be that someone else called me, surly?- Jonathan Stroud • Aren’t you a little old for your mom to be picking out your clothes for you? Really? Shopping at the Children’s Place at your age? I’m sure there’s some third-grader dying to know who bought the last navy I-sore shirt. (Nekoda) – Sherrilyn Kenyon • As astute followers of ‘Life in Hell’ will notice, Akbar and Jeff wear the same striped T-shirt as Charlie Brown. ‘Peanuts’ was very important to me. – Matt Groening • As I moved deeper into the room, his gaze dropped to my feet, and worked its way back to my face. I was wearing faded jeans, boots, and a snug pink Juicy T-shirt I got on sale at TJ Maxx last summer that said I’m a Juicy girl. “I bet you are,” he murmured. – Karen Marie Moning • As she turned to concentrate on the portal, Eve tugged on Claire’s shirt. “What?” “Ask him where he got the boots.” “You ask.” Personally, Claire wanted the vampire bunny slippers. • At the beginning of my career I was going through a really weird phase of dressing in boys clothes. I would only wear one American Apparel T-shirt and shorts and brogues the whole year round. Not the same T-shirt, obviously, but one style of American Apparel T-shirt. I think I was going through a tomboy stage. – Florence Welch

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We’d be out of business. – Marc Jacobs • Been there, done that, got the T-shirt. Steig Larsson • Ben Starling, you better not have bought your token black friend a racist shirt- John Green • Besides, Southerners are hospitable. They’ll probably offer me lemonade.” Excuse me? You’re going to sit on a porch and drink lemonade while I plow a swamp with a goat’s horn?” Yes, ma’am. And I aim to wear my seamless shirt while you do it. – Nancy Werlin • But even as she told herself that, she remembered the way Cal had looked today with his shirt off while he’d stood on the ladder and scraped the side of Annie’s house. Watching those muscles bunch and flex every time he moved had made her crazy and she’d finally grabbed his shirt, thrown it at him, and delivered a stern lecture on the depletion of the ozone layer and skin cancer. – Susan Elizabeth Phillips • By no means do I want to be a piece of meat for the rest of my career. It’s funny when you get asked to do a talk show, and then they follow it up with requesting you take your shirt off. – Kellan Lutz • Christian stretched out beside her and pulled her close. ʺBut for what itʹs worth, I think youʹd be a great queen too, Princess Dragomir.ʺ ʺYouʹre going to get dirty,ʺ she warned. ʺAlready am. Oh, you mean from your clothes?ʺ He wrapped his arms around her, heedless of her damp and muddy state. ʺI spent most of my childhood hiding in a dusty attic and own exactly one dress shirt. You really think I care about this T-shirt?ʺ – Richelle Mead • Closing his eyes, he sent up a prayer to anyone who was listening, asking please, for God’s sake, stop sending him signals that they were right for each other. He’d read that book, seen the movie, bought the soundtrack, the DVD, the T-shirt, the mug, the bobble-head, and the insider’s guide. He knew every reason they could have been lock and key. But just as he was aware of all that aligned them, he was even clearer on how they were damned to be ever apart. – J.R. Ward • Corrigan told me once that Christ was quite easy to understand. He went where He was supposed to go. He stayed where He was needed. He took little or nothing along, a pair of sandals, a bit of a shirt, a few odds and ends to stave off the loneliness. He never rejected the world. If He had rejected it, He would have been rejecting mystery. And if He rejected mystery, He would have been rejecting faith. – Colum McCann • Cry your grief to God. Howl to the heavens. Tear your shirt. Your hair. Your flesh. Gouge out your eyes. Carve out your heart. And what will you get from Him? Only silence. Indifference. But merely stand looking at the playbills, sighing because your name is not on them, and the devil himself appears at your elbow full of sympathy and suggestions. And that’s why I did it….Because God loves us, but the devil takes an interest. – Jennifer Donnelly • Dammit, Michael, get out of my room, you pervert!” Could you even be a pervert if you were dead? She supposed you could, if you had a working body half the time. “I swear, I’m going to start taking my clothes off!” The cold spot stayed resolutely put until she got the hem of her T-shirt all the way up to her bra line, and then faded away. “Chicken,” she said, and paced the room, back and forth. Rachel Caine • Derek looked around, like he was searching for something to use. Then he stripped off his shirt. I tried not to look away. Not that he looked bad without his shirt. The opposite, actually, which is why…Let’s just say friends are really better when they’re fully clothed. – Kelley Armstrong • Did she just-” “Yes.” “But I don’t-” “Yes you do. We both stink.” “Well, I’m not-” “Yes. You are.” He huffed. “You wont let-” “No. No complaining. Let’s go.” I grabbed a clean shirt and pants from my saddlebags. “Well, she could have handled it better,” he grumped. “No. She couldn’t.” He settled into a sulky silence as we visited the bathhouse. – Maria V. Snyder • Different elevator music was playing since my last visit-that old disco song “Stayin’ Alive.” A terrifying image flashed through my mind of Apollo in bell-bottom pants and a slinky silk shirt. – Rick Riordan • Don’t cry.” “How can I not?” I asked him. “You just said you loved me.” “Well, why else did you think all of this was happening?” He set the book aside to wrap his arms around me. “The Furies wouldn’t be trying to kill you if I didn’t love you.” “I didn’t know,” I said. Tears were trickling down my cheeks, but I did nothing to try to stop them. His shirt was absorving most of them. “You never said anything about it. Every time I saw you, you just acted so… wild.” “How was I supposed to act?” he asked. “You kept doing things like throwing tea in my face. – Meg Cabot • Doubts are like stains on a shirt. I like shirts with stains, because when I’m given a shirt that’s too clean, one that’s completely white, I immediately start having doubts. – Antonio Tabucchi • Elegance is always in style for men. There are all different kinds of elegance. It can be silk, it can be a T-shirt. – Donatella Versace • Even now if I see someone working out, in great shape, like a 40-year-old guy with his shirt off jogging I always think, “Look at that idiot.” That’s why everyone in my movie is kind of goofy because I’m a champion of the goofball. What sucks is I have to work out now not to die. I was always happy not working out because I never wanted to be someone who worked out to look good, but now I have to try to not die, which is such a drag. – Judd Apatow • Every time we give a musician the advice to give away the music and sell the T-shirt, we’re saying, “Don’t make your living in this more elevated way. Instead, reverse this social progress, and choose a more physical way to make a living.” We’re sending them to peasanthood, very much like the Maoists have. – Jaron Lanier • Every woman should have a daughter to tell her stories to. Otherwise, the lessons learned are as useless as spare buttons from a discarded shirt. And all that is left is a fading name and the shape of a nose or the color of hair. The men who write the history books will tell you the stories of battles and conquests. But the women will tell you the stories of people’s hearts. – Karen White • Everywhere I go I buy new music shirts. – Shaun White • First, she wanted to taste the sweat that shone on his throat and fragile clavicle; then he chose to undo the tails of her shirt, that she had tied up beneath her breasts; then, but then impatient they forgot about taking turns and quarreled silently, eagerly over each other, like pirates dividing treasure long sought, long imagined, long withheld. – John Crowley • For a split second longer she stood motionless. Then, somehow, she had caught at the front of his shirt and pulled him toward her. His arms went around her, lifting her almost out of her sandals, and then he was kissing her—or she was kissing him, she wasn’t sure, and it didn’t matter. The feel of his mouth on hers was electric; her hands gripped his arms, pulling him hard against her. The feel of his heart pounding through his shirt made her dizzy with joy. No one else’s heart beat like Jace’s did, or ever could. – Cassandra Clare • For as long as I could remember, he had never worn a single piece of clothing that could be considered casual. Khaki shorts and golf shirts, to Umberto, were the garments of men who have no virtues left, not even shame. – Anne Fortier • For me, it’s important that a fan can buy something that is related to me. Like in soccer, you buy a shirt and it’s got somebody’s name on the back. That’s kind of a cool thing. – Roger Federer • For my prom, I was so fancy, I got t a suit tailored. I wanted a three-piece suit. I thought it would be cool to wear all black – black shirt, black tie, I figured it would be the coolest thing I’ve ever done. That was my first suit. I put the suit on two years later and it was so big on me and absurd and didn’t fit. I still have it. I won’t throw it out. It’s too fun. It reminds me where I come from. Actually, I have an evolution of suits in my closet. It starts with that one and goes up to the suits that I get to have now. – Gabriel Macht • Fortunes made in no time are like shirts made in no time; it’s ten to one if they hang long together. – Douglas William Jerrold • Foul!” yelled Jamie, who seemed extremely happy not to be the one facing a blade. “Distracting technique! Put your shirt back on right now. Sarah Rees Brennan • From working with Ralph Lauren, I started to understand what it meant to build a brand. There were times when I was working there that it seemed so repetitive. At the time, I didn’t understand what was happening. But when I stepped out of it, I realized what he was doing was achieving a signature look and reiterating that. That’s why when you think about a polo shirt you think about Ralph – he owns that garment. – – Simon Spurr Girlfriend, Lilies, Abby • Girls can wear jeans and cut their hair short and wear shirts and boots because it’s okay to be a boy; for girls it’s like promotion. But for a boy to look like a girl is degrading, according to you, because secretly you believe that being a girl is degrading. – Ian Mcewan • Girls can wear jeans, cut their hair short, wear shirts and boots, ’cause it’s okay to be a boy, but for a boy to look like a girl is degrading. – Charlotte Gainsbourg • Got to say, dying would really wreck my best day. Been there, done that, and now that I think about it, Artemis forgot to give me the t-shirt. – Sherrilyn Kenyon • Grunge was so self-consciously lowbrow and nonaspirational that it seemed, at first, impervious to the hype and glamour normally applied swiftly to any emerging trend. But sure enough, grunge anthems found their way onto the soundtracks of television commercials, and Dodge Neons were hawked by kids in flannel shirts saying, ‘Whatever.’ – Douglas Rushkoff • Guys are lucky: We can wear a suit over and over, just with different shirts and ties. – Ryan Reynolds • Having stuff that fits you perfectly makes the craziest difference. I remember the first times that I was introduced to that – having a shirt that’s actually tailored to your body and not just made for your average American. It just changes your life. – Mayer Hawthorne • He blinked a few times, each motion so slow that he was never quite sure if he’d get his eyes open again. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. Funny how he was only just realizing it. Funnier still that he couldn’t seem to summon any concern for her maidenly sensibilities. She might be blushing. He couldn’t tell. It was too dark to see. But it didn’t matter. This was Honoria. She was a good egg. A sensible egg. She wouldn’t be scarred forever by the sight of his chest. – Julia Quinn • He does this on purpose,” Stephanie’s mother said as they sat in the car, seat belts on and ready to go. They watched him appear at the front door, shrug into his jacket, tuck in his shirt, go to step out, and then pause. “He looks like he’s about to sneeze,” Stephanie remarked. – Derek Landy • He knew her now. She was the weird girl in the class above him, who dyed her hair pink and always wore a lot of pentragrams and crystals. Right now she was also wearing giant chandelier earings and a violent pink T-Shirt that bore the words ROMEO AND JULIET WOULDN’T HAVE LASTED. • He leaned back for a moment to tug her shirt down her arms, with the same wicked, lovley smile that had first stolen her breath years ago. – Melissa Marr • He strips his shirt over his head and I catch my breath, watching those long hard muscles ripple. I know how his shoulders look, bunched, when he’s on top of me, how his face gets tight with lust, as he eases inside me. “Who am I?” “Jericho” “Who are you?” He kicks off his boots, steps out of his pants. He’s commando tonight. My breath whooshes out of me in a run-on word: “Whogivesafuck? – Karen Marie Moning • He told me this while ripping through his duffel bag, throwing clothes into drawers with reckless abandon. Chip did not believe in having a sock drawer or a T-shirt drawer. He believed that all drawers were created equal and filled each with whatever fit. My mother would have died. – John Green • He was dressed just like on TV, with lots of silver chains and bracelets, ripped jeans, and a black muscle shirt (Which was kind of stupid, since he didn’t have any muscles). – Rick Riordan • He was going to take a dive into this lake. He just didn’t know it. Cerise rose, finding footing in the soft mud. The water came up to just below her breasts and her wet shirt stuck to her body. William’s gaze snagged on her chest. Yep, keep looking, Lord Bill. Keeeeeep looking. – Ilona Andrews • He was in blue jeans and a work shirt, which is another weird quirk of Rich Old Men. Just one of the guys here. Blue jeans and a work shirt, salt of the earth, working man like yourself. Like they’re somehow uncomfortable about being rich enough to sleep in a bed made of vaginas being pulled around the town at night by a fleet of gold-covered midgets. – Warren Ellis • He wore sweatpants and a T-shirt and had stopped in the middle of the hall, furiously scratching one bare forearm. “Fleas?” I said. – Kelley Armstrong • Headbangers’ are people who like heavy-metal music, which is performed by skinny men with huge hair who stomp around the stage, striking their instruments and shrieking angrily, apparently because somebody has stolen all their shirts. – Dave Barry • He’d changed since the last summer. Instead of Bermuda shorts and a T-shirt, he wore a button-down shirt, khaki pants, and leather loafers. His sandy hair, which used to be so unruly, was now clipped short. He look like an evil male model, showing off what the fashionable college-age villain was wearing to Harvard this year. – Rick Riordan • Here’s a newsflash from the only High Preistess you have left at this dang school: Zoey isn’t dead. And believe me, I know dead. I’ve been there, done that, and got the frickin’ T-shirt.” – Stevie Rae – P. C. Cast • His face set in grim determination, Richard slogged ahead, his fingers reaching up to touch the tooth under his shirt. Loneliness, deeper than he had never known, sagged his shoulders. All his friends were lost to him. He knew now that his life was not his own. It belonged to his duty, to his task. He was the Seeker. Nothing more. Nothing less. Not his own man, but a pawn to be used by others. A tool, same as his sword, to help others, that they might have the life he had only glimpsed for a twinkling. He was no different from the dark things in the boundary. A bringer of death. • How had I managed to tie my boots? I didn’t even remember getting dressed. I was out here in public at the mall. What was I wearing? Jeans. I could feel socks. I had my boots on. I plucked at the edge of my t-shirt and saw it was red. I was wearing Dad’s spare Army jacket, and there was a heavy weight in the right pocket that had to be something deadly. – Lilith Saintcrow • I am always looking for a cool tee shirt; maybe one with a rock band or an old advertisement. – Bridget Hall • I am one who is very meridione – Southern Italian. I am proud of this. I design everything with my team, which is fantastic and small. I design by look. For example, people always comment to me, “When you do men’s shirts, you always keep them closed on the catwalk.” That’s my thing. – Riccardo Tisci • I borrowed this from Kyle. My other shirt was pretty filthy.” “Wow, you’re wearing each other’s clothes now. That’s, like, best friend stuff.” “Feeling left out?” said Kyle. “I suppose you want to borrow a black T-shirt too.” “As long as everyone’s wearing their own pants.” “I see have come in on a fascinating moment in the conversation.” Eric poked his head through the curtain. – Cassandra Clare • I can’t even tell you how good it felt to see him. It felt even better when he reached through the metal grate, wrapped his fingers around the front of my shirt, dragged me forward, and kissed me through the bars. “Sorry” he said-only not looking to sorry, if you know what I mean. – Meg Cabot • I could have grabbed his shirt collar. I could have pulled him close to me, so close he could feel my breath on his skin, and I could have said to him, “This is just a crisis. A flash! A single match struck against the implacable darkness of time! You are the one who taught me to never give up. You taught me that new possibilities emerge for those who are prepared, for those who are ready. You have to believe! • I couldn’t meet his gaze. I stared at the table just behind him–the mess of cards on it, the lantern giving off its quiet glow. “When you gave me your shirt to wear that night, I could feel you. I could feel your essence.” The world went still. We were standing only inches from each other, not touching. Outside, I could hear the faint murmur of the wind blowing through the trees. “What did it feel like?” he asked in a low voice. “Like…coming home,” I admitted. – L.A. Weatherly • I do feel that film and TV are often behind when it comes to the way women look, they often dress them in khakis and denim shirts, but women and mothers these days look great and films need to reflect that. Real people look very fashionable, moms are at the forefront of the style. But things are getting better in that way. – Kristin Davis • I don’t have any elaborate uniforms; I come to the ring in a T-shirt, a pair of sneakers and some shorts. – John Cena • I don’t know, but I always loved that image of a girl putting toenail polish on a guy – her boyfriend, or something like that. Or a guy waking up in the morning and reaching over and putting on his girlfriend’s shirt. Like Keith Richards putting on one of Anita Pallenberg’s blouses, or Courtney Love putting nail polish on Kurt Cobain. – Marc Jacobs • I empathize with women in their high heels so I’ll be there in my kilt and T-shirt and I’ll walk around all day just to prove that if I can wear the shoes for 36 hours then certainly our customer can wear them. – Marc Jacobs • I felt that I ostracized myself by my behavior, by the past, by living with all the regrets of my mistakes, that I sort of wore a hair shirt and beat myself up most of the day thinking and regretting why did I make such a mistake? Why have I made so many mistakes? – Sarah Ferguson • I first heard Personville called Poisonville by a red-haired mucker named Hickey Dewey in the Big Ship in Butte. He also called his shirt a shoit. – Dashiell Hammett • I go outside, and I’m wearing a funky T-shirt and my hair is dirty, and people say, ‘What’s wrong with her? She needs to invest in a hairbrush.’ – Kristen Stewart • I got live tweeted once by someone who was opposite my home in some rented accommodation. He was actually describing on twitter what I was doing. ‘I took a shirt off, I went to the window, I put a shirt back on… ‘ And I’ve got blinds in my flat! – Benedict Cumberbatch • I had never ironed anything in my life. The proper pressing of a shirt was a mystery of the universe akin to black holes and dark matter. – Lisa Kleypas • I hate formal stuff. I love looking like a doll and all that stuff and playing dress up, but when I’m home, sweat pants, t-shirt. When I’m in the studio, sweat pants, t-shirt. – Nicki Minaj • I hate watching me. I hate watching me. It just makes me feel awful. I think, ‘I look stupid from that angle. I wish I didn’t let them put that shirt on me.’ – Jesse Eisenberg • I know dead. I’ve been there, done that and got the freakin’ T-shirt. – P. C. Cast • I know that’s an endorsement I’ve been waiting for,” Skye added. “Perfectly adequate in bed. They should make that into a T-shirt – Susan Mallery • I like having the vinyl, but it’s not like we’re going to sell an umbrella or something. I don’t like the idea of selling something that’s not music – I mean, I like going to shows and buying the shirt, but beyond that, I don’t know. There’s a lot of crap in the world. – Robin Pecknold • I love my work with a frenetic and perverse love, as an ascetic loves the hair shirt which scratches his belly. – Gustave Flaubert • I love to meet my fans, and after every show I usually hang out for a few hours, talking to my fans, signing autographs, and selling T-shirts. – Tommy Chong • I never cared about buying things for myself, like clothes. And then all of a sudden I realized how great it is to be very precise about the shirts that I wear and all the things that are a part of my closet. So the ritual of fashion and shopping became very personal to me. – Marc Jacobs • I once had a boyfriend who couldn’t write unless he was wearing a necktie and a dress shirt, which I thought was really weird, because this was a long time ago, and no one I knew ever wore dress shirts, let alone neckties; it was like he was a grown-up reenacter or something. – Susan Orlean • I owned a Ferrari, a Range Rover, a Mercedes 560SL convertible, a Jeep Cherokee and a Nissan 300ZX. I can’t remember the intricate decision tree I had to climb in order to determine which one to drive to work on any given day – it probably had something to do with the weather, or which car had more gas in the tank, or upholstery that best matched whatever shirt I happened to throw on that morning. – Michael J. Fox • I put on the Hank Williams and the Patsy Cline and the Rosemary Clooney on vinyl – I’m not trying to be some cool indie-rock person, I just love the way it sounds – and throw on a T-shirt and jeans. In Texas, we practically come out of the womb in jeans. – Kelly Clarkson • I remember at 16 years old, growing up in Queens, we were punks, but hey, when we went to the theater, we wore a shirt and tie! Similarly, I believe that to keep movie theaters in existence, they’re gonna have to make ’em an event, have a couch, a table and drinks or something. Otherwise, there’s no reason to get out of your bed! – James Caan • I rose to my knees, mouth dry and heart pounding, and paused to finger a rip in my beautiful Dacron bowling shirt. I pushed my fingertip through the hole and wiggled it at myself. Hello, Dexter, where are you going? Hello, Mr. Finger. I don’t know, but I’m almost there. I hear my friends calling. – Jeff Lindsay • I sat up in bed. My T-shirt was soaking wet. My pillow was wet. My hair was wet. And my room was sticky and humid. – Kami Garcia • I saw a transvestite wearing a T-shirt that said ‘Guess’. – Demetri Martin • I see no reason to have my shirts ironed. It’s irrational. – Barry Commoner • I simply adore ‘The Simpsons.’ I go to bed in a ‘Simpsons’ T-shirt.- Steven Spielberg • I still have the shirt I wore my first time on Johnny Carson’s show. Only now I use it as a tablecloth at dinner parties. It was very blousy. – Ellen DeGeneres • I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything, I walk by, going through office buildings and orthopedic shops, and courtyards with washing hanging from the line: underwear, towels and shirts from which slow dirty tears are falling. – Pablo Neruda • I think a fragrance is more of a signature than even what you wear – something you’ll remember more down the road than a shirt. – Ryan Reynolds • I think certainly after every show I headline, I will be available to the fans. When I’m headlining a show, I don’t walk off stage. I’ll walk to the front of the stage and sign hats and shirts and tickets for 15 to 30 minutes, until everyone has everything signed. – Luke Bryan • I think good-looking people seldom make good television. And American television studios almost concede before they start: ‘Well, it won’t be good, but at least it’ll be good-looking. We’ll have nice-looking girls in tight shirts with F.B.I. badges and fit-looking guys with lots of hair gel vaulting over things.’ – Hugh Laurie • I tore open the closet door and began feverishly sorting through the shirts piled on the floor in the vain hope that inside that pile there might be some wondrously perfect shirt down there, a nice and tough but I’m also a surprisingly good listener with a true and abiding passion for cheers and those who lead them.- John Green • I used to wear sleeveless T-shirts all the time on court, but now I’ve got a brand new look – I’ve moved on to polo shirts. Sleeveless T-shirts give you real freedom of movement and they keep you cooler in matches, but I just thought it was time for a change. – Rafael Nadal • I used to wear sweats and a T-shirt to auditions, but my agent would yell at me and tell me I had to look nice and presentable. So I had to drop that habit. – Kellan Lutz • I was a tough kid with the jeans, the concert shirt with the flannel over it, the comb in the back pocket and the feathered hair. – Cameron Diaz • I wear jeans and a T-shirt sometimes. I just like clothes – since the first time I can remember, like age ten or eleven; I was just obsessed with music and clothes. Just like a lot of people in England from my generation. – Paul Weller • I went to an all-boys Catholic school, and not only were we not allowed to wear pajamas, we had to wear dress shirts, dress pants, a tie, dress shoes… they stopped making us wear blazers, like, two years before I started there, so pajamas… you wouldn’t even get in the front door wearing pajamas at my school. – John C. Reilly • I will put on my shoes and shirt and get out of here – it’ll be better for all of us. – Charles Bukowski • I would go with my husband to the tailors where he gets his shirts made, and I would watch the bespoke process. I would ask them, “Would you be able to make that for me?” And they would always say, “Well, yes, but no.” They were very French about it. I decided I would just do it for myself. And I started doing that. Then other people would notice, and want it. So I started doing things for friends, little pieces, and my own line grew that way. – Minnie Mortimer • I’m not my name. My name is something I wear, like a shirt. It gets worn. I outgrow it, I change it. – Jerry Spinelli • If I was left to my own devices, you would see about ten T-shirts in rotation with maybe a few nice pairs of jeans – but I also like to look good. I like feeling really well put together, I just don’t have the aptitude and the knowledge to do that. – Daniel Radcliffe • If you are late for work in Mumbai and reach the station just as the train is leaving the platform, don’t despair. You can run up to the packed compartments and find many hands unfolding like petals to pull you on board. And while you will probably have to hang on to the door frame with your fingertips, you are still grateful for the empathy of your fellow passengers, already packed tighter than cattle, their shirts drenched with sweat in the badly ventilated compartment. They know that your boss might yell at you or cut your pay if you miss this train. – Suketu Mehta • If you leave here, War can find you again. What are you going to do if that happens? (Tory) Leave bloodstains on his best shirt. (Acheron) – Sherrilyn Kenyon • If you two were going to be that obvious about it, why didn’t you guys come down in your Team Daniel and Team Miles T-shirts?” “We should order those,” Shelby said. “Mine’s in the laundry,” Arriane said. – Lauren Kate • If you were a woman, all I’d have to say is ‘Colin Firth in a wet shirt’ and you’d say ‘Ah. – Shannon Hale • I’ll look through ‘Us Weekly’ and I’ll see a picture of Brad Pitt and Jennifer Anniston. And I’m like, ‘Wow, they just… they look so good. Even if they’re like just wearing jeans and a t-shirt, they still look great.’ – Moby • I’m a jacket man. And if I’m without one, I am kind of seriously disabled. I don’t know how to operate in shirt sleeves. – Bill Nighy • I’m an athlete, so I can dress down with the best of them. I can throw on t-shirts and sweats with the best of them. – Dwyane Wade • I’m not big on flak jackets and tie-dyed shirts. You know, that’s not me. 0 Joe Biden • I’m pretty low-key; you’ll often find me in jeans, a T-shirt and sweatshirt. – Olivia Wilde • I’m really not a fascist. Everyone wears what they feel great in, or comfortable with. It’s a beautiful day, you have an armless shirt: it goes with flip-flops. – Christian Louboutin • In a big Bollywood romantic film, taking my shirt off and spreading the hand towards the mountain with dancers behind me are not my cup of tea. – Vir Das • In high school I spent most of my time in jeans and T-shirts or Juicy sweats. We’re such a laid-back town. I mean, people wore bikinis under their clothes half the time, so you didn’t really get dressed up to go to school. – Lauren Conrad • In junior high P.E., I was way too shy to take a shower in front of the other kids. It was a horribly awkward time – body hair, odors… So I’d go from my sweaty shirt back into my regular clothes and have to continue the day. – Will Ferrell • In my everyday life, I just wear jeans, t-shirts and trainers – if I can go barefoot, that’s even better. But for the events I have a stylist, and in two hours we have selected a whole outfit. – Penelope Cruz • Is not the most erotic portion of a body where the garment gapes? In perversion (which is the realm of textual pleasure) there are no “erogenous zones” (a foolish expression, besides); it is intermittence, as psychoanalysis has so rightly stated, which is erotic: the intermittence of skin flashing between two articles of clothing (trousers and sweater), between two edges (the open-necked shirt, the glove and the sleeve); it is this flash itself which seduces, or rather: the staging of an appearance-as-disappearance. – Roland Barthes • Is this the part where you start tearing off strips of your shirt to bind my wounds?” “If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked. – Cassandra Clare • It doesn’t hurt.” “But my eyes do,” said a coolly amused voice from the doorway. Jace. He had come in so quietly that even Simon hadn’t heard him; closing the door behind him, he grinned as Isabelle pulled Simon’s shirt down. “Molesting the vampire while he’s too weak to fight back, Iz?” he asked. “I’m pretty sure that violates at least one of the Accords.” “I’m just showing him where he got stabbed,” Isabelle protested, but she scooted back to her chair with a certain amount of haste. – Cassandra Clare • It finally happened, he thought as he burrowed under his shirt and took hold of his heavy cross. All his life he’d wondered why he’d never fallen in love, and now he knew: He’d been waiting for this moment, this woman, this time. The female is mine, he thought. – Manny – J.R. Ward • It’s just an ice bucket with a bottle in it. The two flute glasses are little tray. I got to shut the curtains. I’m in my boxer shorts and shirt. I’m going to take a bath and go to bed. But I want to shut the blinds so it’s really dark in the room. – Danny DeVito • It’s like how on certain days some people wear sweaters when other people can wear t-shirts and still feel comfortable – different reactions to the same temperature. – Maggie Stiefvater • I’ve always loved wearing a suit. When you have on a crisp shirt and a tie you always feel like you’re going somewhere. It feels like a bit of an occasion. – Jamie Redknapp Jamie Redknapp • Juliet shook her head. The thought of eating anything made her feel nauseous. “No thanks, I’m not hungry.” “Oh yeah, the heartbreak diet,” nodded Trudy sagely. “Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt. – Alexandra Potter • Jump into an open grave? What kind of idiot are you?” Butters replied. “I might as well put on a red shirt and volunteer for the away team. There’s snow and ice and slippery mud down there. That’s like asking for an ironically broken neck. – Jim Butcher • Keep your shirt on,” she said with a laugh at her bad joke. “Your clothes are at the laundry. They’ll deliver them as soon as they’re ready.” “And in the meantime?” “Looks like you’re naked.” His jaw worked as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “I beg your pardon?” “Beg all you want, you’re still going to be naked.” Tabitha paused at the wicked image in her mind. “Come to think of it, a gorgeous, begging, naked man… that’s the stuff of fantasies. Begging won’t get you your clothes, but it could get you something else.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him.- Sherrilyn Kenyon • Kizzy wanted it all so bad her soul leaned half out of her body hungering after it, and that was what drove the goblins wild, her soul hanging out there like an untucked shirt. – Laini Taylor • Many of the male faeries had their shirts unbuttoned and chests bare. (How’s this for freaky: no nipples or belly buttons.) – Kiersten White • Many years ago, I concluded that a few hair shirts were part of the mental wardrobe of every man. The president differs from other men in that he has a more extensive wardrobe. – Herbert Hoover Mari Mancusi • Michael held me when I got inside, because I was shaking all over. That felt so good. Warm all the way down. Did I mention Michael’s feet? They’re all the way sexy, and he’s always barefoot – he hates shoes. I wish he hated pants and shirts, too. – Rachel Caine • Morelli grabbed the front of my shirt, pulled me to him, and kissed me. It was a great kiss, but I didn’t know what the heck it meant. It seemed to me a breaking up kiss would have had less tongue. – Janet Evanovich • Most little children’s obsessions are robots and Barbie dolls. My obsession as a kid was the Versace house. I used to save up my pocket money to buy Versus shirts. I was that obsessed! – Riccardo Tisci • Most of the time, I’m in khakis and a white T-shirt. I’m a total Gap girl. Super casual, hair in a pony tail and no makeup. – Jennifer Love Hewitt • My father had put these things on the table. I looked at him standing by the sink. He was washing his hands, splashing water on his face. My mamma left us. My brother, too. And now my feckless, reckless uncle had as well. My pa stayed, though. My pa always stayed. I looked at him. And saw the sweat stains on his shirt. And his big, scarred hands. And his dirty, weary face. I remembered how, lying in my bed a few nights before, I had looked forward to showing him my uncle’s money. To telling him I was leaving. And I was so ashamed. – Jennifer Donnelly • My heart was a little bit broken, but I still had to go to school. I buttoned my dress shirt over it and my winter coat, too. I hoped it didn’t show too much. – Gabrielle Zevin • My Papa’s Waltz: The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother’s countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt. – Theodore Roethke • NASA has to approve whatever we wear, so there are clothes to choose from, like space shorts – we wear those a lot – and NASA T-shirts. – Sally Ride • Never knock on death’s door. Ring the doorbell then run. He totally hates that. – T-shirt – Darynda Jones • No offense but I don’t relish being someone’s science experiment. Been there, done that, and sold the T-shirt for profit. (Sebastian) – Sherrilyn Kenyon • Oh, I can never get enough,” he said. “Which, incidentally, is what your sister said to me when – ” The carriage door flew open. A hand shot out, grabbed Will by the back of the shirt, and hauled him inside. The door banged shut after him, and Thomas, sitting bolt upright, seized reins of the horses. A moment later the carriage had lurched forth into the night, leaving Gabriel staring, infuriated, after it. – Cassandra Clare • Okay, I’ll wear the Bite Me shirt,[…]It’ll be my standard response to any-one who tries to hit on me.” I giggle. “Someone can come up and be like ‘Hey babe, what’s your sign?’ and I’ll just point to my shirt.” Rayne laughs appreciatively and tosses me the tank top. “Of course they might think you’re pointing to your boobs in a ‘have at ’em, big boy’ kind of way. • On the other hand it was bad manners to look a gift horse in the mouth. Even if you’re getting it from an overweight cracker in a fringe shirt. – Ilona Andrews • One day she told me that they’d decided that my gender was divvied into two neat piles-Men and Guys. Basically, all the saints of the world: Men. The jerks, the players, the wet T-shirt contest aficionados? They were Guys. – Gayle Forman • Only Jace, Clary thought, could look cool in pajama bottoms and an old T-shirt, but he pulled it off, probably through sheer force of will. -pg. 329- – Cassandra Clare • Or why you are wearing a picture of Santa Clause on you shirts, but-” “It’s Herman Melville. – Daniel Handler • Overdone lipstick is a deterrent to men. It rubs off easily onto their skin and the edges of their shirts, so it discourages them from kissing, touching, and coming closer to you, which is what they really want to do! – Helen Fisher • Paris answered for him. “Last time he spread the flashing love, Reyes threw up all over his shirt. I never laughed so hard in my life. Lucien, though, has no sense of humor and vowed never to take us again.” “I’m surprised you didn’t mention the part where you fainted,” Lucien said wryly. Strider chortled. “Oh, man. You fainted? What a baby!” “Hey,” Paris said, frowning at Lucien. “I told you I hit my head midflash.” Lucien Gena Showalter • Patch stood over me, and a drop of rain slid from his hair, landing like ice on my collarbone. I felt it slide along my skin, disappearing beneath the neckline of my shirt. His eyes followed the raindrop, and I began to quiver on the inside. – Becca Fitzpatrick • Patch was dressed in the usual: black shirt, black jeans and a thin silver necklace that flashed against his dark complexion. His sleeves were pushed up his forearms, and I could see his muscles working as he punched buttons. He was tall and lean and hard, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if under his clothes he bore several scars, souvenirs from street fights and other reckless behavior. Not that I wanted a look under his clothes. – Becca Fitzpatrick • People always expect Hulk Hogan to be standing up straight, or to have the bandanna on, or to not have my arms covered up. If I have an extra large shirt on people go ‘oh yeah you look small.’ It kind of ruins the mystique. – Hulk Hogan • People care about my personal life. But really I’m dorky! I drink beer and go to football games. And ya know, sit in my house in a t-shirt on the weekends and play with my dog! – Sophia Bush • Place unopened pouch in warm water for 5-10 minutes. Unopened pouch may be laid on a warm surface. Lay unopened pouch in direct sunlight. Not much chance of that down here. Place unopened pouch inside you shirt, allow you body temperature to warm your MRE. I was surprised they left out: Place unopened pouch on ground and pee on it. – S.A. Bodeen • Producers and studios know what sells. It’s nice to be one of the guys that can help sell a movie by taking his shirt off. – Kellan Lutz • Pulling on your country’s shirt is the greatest honour a footballer can have. It’s what I always dreamed of as a kid and I get a buzz every time. – Wayne Rooney • Rae burned me. She has matches or something. Look, look…” Tori pulled down the collar of her T-shirt. “Leave your cloths on, Tori,” Simon said, raising his hands to his eyes. “Please. – Kelley Armstrong Rain, Eye, Hair • Ramil met Tashi’s eyes with a mischievous look. “Now Wife we have a long voyage ahead of us with no interruptions, no affairs of state to sidetrack us.” He brushed his fingers againist the lacings of her neck. “Isn’t it time you returned that shirt to its owner? – Julia Golding • Remember the first time you went to a show and saw your favorite band. You wore their shirt, and sang every word. You didn’t know anything about scene politics, haircuts, or what was cool. All you knew was that this music made you feel different from anyone you shared a locker with. Someone finally understood you. This is what music is about. – Gerard Way • Rowdy, hopped-up college kids pass us in an endless, noisy blur like they’re being mass produced or squeezed out of a tube – guys skulking in their T-shirts and cargo shorts, girls in low-slung jeans and flip-flops, pimples and breasts and tattoos and lipstick and legs and bra straps, and cigarettes; a colorful, sexy melange. I feel old and tired and I just want to be them again, want to be young and stupid, filled with angst and attitude and unbridled lust. Can I have a do-over, please? I swear to God I’ll make a real go of it this time. – Jonathan Tropper • Rule number one of anime,” Simon said. He sat propped up against a pile of pillows at the foot of his bed, a bag of potato chips in one hand and the TV remote in the other. He was wearing a black T-shirt that said I BLOGGED YOUR MOM and a pair of jeans that were ripped in one knee. “Never screw with a blind monk. – Cassandra Clare • Sailing is the closest I can get to nature – it’s adrenaline, fear, a constant challenge and learning experience, an adventure into the unknown. And of course there is nothing better than wearing the same T-shirt for days and not brushing my hair for weeks. – Daria Werbowy • Sejal had not thought of her home, or of India as a whole, as cool. She was dimly aware, however, of a white Westerner habit of wearing other cultures like T-shirts—the sticker bindis on club kids, sindoor in the hair of an unmarried pop star, Hindi characters inked carelessly on tight tank tops and pale flesh. She knew Americans liked to flash a little Indian or Japanese or African. They were always looking for a little pepper to put in their dish. – Adam Rex • Sharks are as tough as those football fans who take their shirts off during games in Chicago in January, only more intelligent. – Dave Barry • she glanced down and saw that a glove of blood covered her lower arm from the elbow to the wrist. The arm was throbbing, stiff, and painful. “Is this when you start tearing strips off your T-shirt to bind up my wound?” she joked. She hated the sight of blood, especially her own. “If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked.” He dug into his pocket and brought out his stele. “It would have been a lot less painful.- Cassandra Clare • She glanced up at him, and in that moment he pulled his wet shirt over his head. She forced her mind blank. Blank as a new sheet of paper, blank as a starless sky. He came to the fire and crouched before it. He rubbed the water from his bare arms and flicked it in the flames. She stared at the goose and sliced his drumstick carefully and thought of the blankest expression on the blankest face she could possibly imagine. It was a chilly evening; she thought about that. The goose would be delicious, they must eat as much of it as possible, they must not waste it; she thought about that. – Kristin Cashore • She heard Adrian say to Christian, ʺYou know, your shirtʹs kind of grungy-looking. Seems like you could put in a little more effort since youʹre dating a princess.ʺ – Richelle Mead • She sighed. Loudly. “Physical appearance is not what is important.” Yeah right. Tell that to any girl who hasn’t bothered to put on a presentable shirt or fix her hair because she’s only running into the grocery store to get a quart of milk for her grandmother, and who does she see tending the 7-ITEMS-OR-LESS cash register but the guy of her dreams, except she can’t even say hi—much less try to develop a meaningful relationship—since she looks like the poster child for the terminally geeky. – Vivian Vande Velde • She slid out from under his arm, and picked up his shirt from the floor. When she put it on, it failed to meet in the middle over her chest. that always worked in the movies, she thought, disgusted, and dropped it on the floor. – Jennifer Crusie • She was wearing a purple T-shirt, with a skinny black dress over it that made you remember how much of a girl she was, and trashed black boots that made you forget. – Kami Garcia • She’s really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail. – Suzanne Collins • Shrugging out of the damaged shirt, Jake said roughly, “I still dream about you.” “I have nightmares about you.” I dragged my T-shirt over my head, threw it aside.- Josh Lanyon • Sin met Mae and Alan coming into the flat. Mae frowned. “Is it no-shirts festival day?” “Every day with Nick is no-shirts festival day,” Alan said absently, but he was frowning too. – Sarah Rees Brennan • Since I was a child, I hated having to deal with my hair. I hated having to change my clothes. As a kid, I had a sailor shirt and the same old corduroy pants, and that’s what I wanted to wear everyday. – Patti Smith • Slippery slope. I carry a spare shirt, pretty soon I’m carrying spare pants. Then I’d need a suitcase. Next thing I know, I’ve got a house and a car and a savings plan and I’m filling out all kinds of forms. – Lee Child • So what about that key?” I asked. “I knew you’d be asking me about it sooner or later.” He pulled the cord out from underneath his shirt and dangled the key in front of me. “What do you want for it?” I sneered. “Five dollars?” “I don’t want money,” he said with a wicked grin. “What does it go to?” “A kiss will unlock more than this key will,” he whispered in my ear. – Ellen Schreiber • So, ah, I’m not sure if you know this, but you’re not wearing a shirt.” “Distracting, isn’t it? – Lisa McMann • So, what did you get for me?” Angeline paused for a beat. “Jeans.” “What?” croaked Artemis. “And a T-shirt. – Eoin Colfer • Some people have the meat-market mentality, so you’ve got to take your shirt off because it will bring girls into the theater. When that comes up on set, I challenge it. – Josh Hartnett • Sometimes I’m so tired, I look down at what I’m wearing, and if it’s comfortable enough to sleep in, I don’t even make it into my pajamas. I’m looking down, and I’m like, ‘T-shirt and stretchy pants? Yup, that’s fine. It’s pajama-y, good night.’ – Rebecca Romijn • Summer is a Latvian chicken. We make foolish choices. We think we’re young again. We run with outstretched arms toward an object of love and it pecks us and pecks us until we’re standing there snot-nosed and teary in the middle of Astor Place and the sun sets fire to our Penguin shirts and all that is left to do is go to our air-conditioned homes and ponder the cruelty of our finest season. – Gary Shteyngart • Sweet Jesus. It was The Delicious in the dark shirt and jeans. – Julie James • Taro came into the room, strands of hair flying free of the tie at the back of his skull, sweat plastering his cream-colored shirt against his chest and back. I wished I had an artist’s skill, that I could make renderings of him in all his states of beauty. He would never want to look at them, or even know about them. I would just like them for myself. Maybe he would want to see them when he was much older, and beautiful in a different way. – Moira J. Moore • The American dream is a crock. Stop wanting everything. Everyone should wear jeans and have three T-shirts, eat rice and beans. – Bill Hicks • The boys and girls in the clique. The awful names that they stick. You’re never gonna fit in much kid, but it you’re troubled and hurt, what you’ve got under your shirt will make them pay for the things that they did! – Gerard Way • The door banged open and Eve rushed out, flushed and mussed and still buttoning her shirt. “It’s not what you think.” She said. “It was just – oh OK, whatever, it was exactly what you think. Now WHAT? – Rachel Caine • the juniors were acting different because they are now the seniors. They even had T-shirts made. I don’t know who plans these things. – Stephen Chbosky • The man walked past me and stopped, observing the blood running down my neck. “Your injury. Let us tend to it.” He looked out through the open doorway and silently gestured to someone out there. “Our world,” he said, “is far more advanced than yours. For reasons you’ll understand shortly.” A thin, bony, naked woman entered the room, carrying two small, white kittens. She sat one of the fluffy cats in my lap and stuffed the other down my shirt. She turned and left. “There,” said the large man. “The kittens will make your sad go away. – David Wong • The reason I want you to put a shirt on is, well, because, um…” “You’ve never seen a guy with his shirt off?” “Ha, ha. Very funny. Believe me, you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.” “Wanna bet?” he says, then moves his hands to the button on his jeans and pops it open. Isabel walks in at that exact moment. “Whoa, Alex. Please keep your pants on.- Simone Elkeles • The three biggest fashion mistakes are cheap suits, shoes, and shirts. Spend your money on something good. – Donatella Versace • The way I see it, life is a jelly doughnut. You don’t really know what it’s about until you bite into it. And then, just when you decided it’s good, you drop a big glob of jelly on your best T-shirt.- Janet Evanovich • The woman who opens the door has a blue stain on her shirt and dark hair wound into a messy knot and the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. They’re pale, like a lioness’s, nearly golden, but they also look like they’ve done their fair share of crying, and we all know that a sky with clouds in it is much more interesting than one that doesn’t have any. – Jodi Picoult • Then he looked at my T-shirt and saw Byron’s picture on it and he quoted “She Walks in Beauty,” which is like my favorite poem next to the one by Baudelaire about his girlfriend being nothing but worm food, except that Lily called that one first because Baudelaire is her fave poet and so she got the shirt with him on it, even though Byron is way more scrumptious and I would do him on sharp gravel if I had the chance. –from The Chronicles of Abby Normal – Christopher Moore • There are other measures of self-respect for a man, than the number of clean shirts he puts on every day. – Ralph Waldo Emerson • There is a preppy wabi-sabi to soft, faded khakis and cotton shirts, but it’s not nice to be surrounded by things that are worn out or stained or used up. – Gretchen Rubin • There was a courtroom scene where my son is convicted of killing Kevin Spacey’s character. I find the bloody T-shirt and realize my husband did it. I get up the courage to take the shirt and send it to the police as evidence. I go out of the house for the first time. There was all this stuff I had to do that became quite truncated, because they slimmed down the movie. I understand the American Beauty is brilliant without all that stuff, but for me, personally, it was hard to see all that go. – Allison Janney • There was nowhere to go, but I turned to go and met Atticus’s vest front. I buried my head in it and listened to the small internal noises that went on behind the light blue cloth: his watch ticking, the faint crackle of his starched shirt, the soft sound of his breathing. ‘Your stomach’s growling,’ I said. ‘I know it,’ he said. – Harper Lee • They walked to school, talking about how much they were longing for the summer holidays. “Oh, I am planning things,” said Jamie. “Great, great things. I could join a band.” “You gave up the guitar after two lessons.” “Well,” he said, “I could be a backup dancer.” “Backup dancers have to wear belly shirts and glitter,” said Mae. “So obviously, I support this plan. Sarah Rees Brennan • This is a team of gay dudes, isn’t it?” What gave it away? The pink shirts, or half our team drooling over you? – Simone Elkeles • This is going to sound crazy, but the first thing I do when I get home is take off all my clothes – at home, just around the house. I take everything off. I can’t stand clothes! I take everything off – my shoes, my socks, my watch, shirt, everything. I am completely naked. – Tom Ford • Thomas Pynchon looks exactly like Thomas Pynchon should look. He is tall, he wears lumberjack shirts and blue jeans. He has Albert Einstein white hair and Bugs Bunny front teeth. – Salman Rushdie • To be the name on somebody’s shirt that they’ve made themselves in preparation for one of your shows – it doesn’t get much cooler than that.Hunter Hayes • T-shirts for ten dollars are even more fashion today than expensive fashion. – Karl Lagerfeld • Um, Faythe?” Marc reached for my arm, and a small grin turned up one corner of his beautiful mouth. “As my first official piece of advice to the new Alpha, let me suggest that you put on some pants. And maybe a shirt.” His grin grew and pulled me closer to whisper in my ear, while Jace watched us stiffly from across the room. “While the look definitely works for me, I’m thinking the other Alphas might take you more seriously if you dress the part. – Rachel Vincent • Walking over to Iggy, he poked him with his shoe. “Does anysing on you vork properly?” Iggy rubbed his forehead with one hand. “Well, I have a highly developed sense of irony.” Ter Borcht tsked. “You are a liability to your group. I assume you alvays hold onto someone’s shirt, yes? Following dem closely?” “Only when I’m trying to steal their dessert,” Iggy said truthfully. – James Patterson • Was I wearing my ‘I’m done with my virginity, please get rid of it for me’ T-shirt? – Rachel Vincent • We are not going to die.” Butters stared up at me, pale, his eyes terrified. “We’re not?” No. And do you know why?” He shook his head. “Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I’m too stubborn to die.” I hauled on the shirt even harder. “And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die. – Jim Butcher • Welcome to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club! Third rule of Fight Club: if someone yells “stop!”, goes limp, or taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule: the fights are bare knuckle. No shirt, no shoes, no weapons. Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight. – Chuck Palahniuk • Well, he was wearing those really bad pants ant that awful shirt. Clearly he did need some things explained to him bya teenager, but i didn’t think it was the right time to mention his unforunate and obvious fashion impairment. – P. C. Cast • What was Dionysus going to go? Send him back to his hellish isolation? He’d been there, done that, and had the Ozzy T-shirt to prove it.’ (Styxx) – Sherrilyn Kenyon • What’s goin’ on?” I ask as I take a seat. “Obviously not this.” He tosses me my shirt from last night. “I found it on the floor of the den. It’s obvious there was some hanky-panky going on.” Okay, so he knows we fooled around. But at least he didn’t find Kiara’s bra on top of my shirt. “Yeah . . . things kinda got a little heated after you and Mrs. W. left the den last night,” I tell him. – Simone Elkeles • What’s it like to envision the ten-thousand-year environmental impact of tossing a plastic bottle into the trash bin, all in the single second it takes to actually toss it? Or the ten-thousand-year history of the fossil fuel being burned to drive to work or iron a shirt? It may be environmentally progressive, but it’s not altogether pleasant. – Douglas Rushkoff • When I revealed the campaign, some lady in the front row, a photographer, asked “is that airbrushed?” So I just lifted my shirt up and my stomach was the exact same thing as in the ads. It was actually kinda nice that she said that, because I’m sure plenty of people probably thought that. That’s one of the reasons I did it – especially when you work so hard to get your body to look like that – it’s frustrating. – Dara Torres When I was fourteen and first started going out, I always wanted to be the opposite of everyone else. So I would go to the club in a polo T-shirt and pants and sneakers and a hat on backward, just so I would not be dressed like other girls. – Rihanna • When I wear the national team shirt, its sole contact with my skin makes it stand on an end. – Diego Maradona • When my parents were liberated, four years before I was born, they found that the ordinary world outside the camp had been eradicated. There was no more simple meal, no thing was less than extraordinary: a fork, a mattress, a clean shirt, a book. Not to mention such things that can make one weep: an orange, meat and vegetables, hot water. There was no ordinariness to return to, no refuge from the blinding potency of things, an apple screaming its sweet juice. – Anne Michaels • When Rae got back, she spread her empty hands wide and said “Okay, guess where I hid it.” She even turned around for me, but I couldn’t see a bulge big enough to hide a flashlight. With a grin, she reached down the front of her shirt into the middle of her bra, and pulled out a flashlight with flourish. I laughed. “Cleavage is great,” she said. “Like an extra pocket. – Kelley Armstrong • Why are we, as a nation so obsessed with foreign things? Is it a legacy of our colonial years? We want foreign television sets. We want foreign shirts. We want foreign technology. Why this obsession with everything imported? – Abdul Kalam • Willow nestled against him. He smoothed her long hair down the back of her T-shirt, feeling its softness. In a few moments she fell asleep again, her breathing warm and regular against his chest. Alex kissed her head, his arms tightening around her. As he drifted back to sleep himself, he saw a brief flash of the thousands of angels streaming in, but right then it seemed distant, almost unimportant. The only thing that mattered was that he was lying in a bed holding Willow, their bare legs entwined. It was all he wanted to do for the rest of his life. – L.A. Weatherly • With a bit of luck, his life was ruined forever. Always thinking that just behind some narrow door in all of his favorite bars, men in red woolen shirts are getting incredible kicks from things he’ll never know. – Hunter S. Thompson • You can put a new shirt on your back, slide a fresh chain around your neck, and accumulate all the money and power in the world, but at the end of the day those are just layers. Money and power don’t change you, they just further expose your true self. – Jay-Z • You could have the best suit in the world, but if you haven’t got the right shirt and tie with it you could look like a bag of rubbish. I think the shirt is the most important thing – you need a nice collar with it so that you can make it look good. • You don’t annoy me.” Carefully he rebuttoned the placket of her shirt. “I thought you did, at first. But now I realize it was more like the feeling you get when your foot’s been asleep. And when you start moving, the blood coming back into it is uncomfortable . . . but also good. Do you understand what I mean?” “Yes. I make your feet tingle.” A smile came to his lips. “Among other things. – Lisa Kleypas • You know how people love to glamorize poverty? There’s nothing glamorous about it. But it did make me really creative. Those days, I was literally taking t-shirts in the day and sewing them back together to make dresses for the night. – Beth Ditto • Your shoes have to match your belt. That’s rule number one for guys. You can’t put the brown shoes with the black belt. Or a brown belt with a black wristwatch. Just don’t do it! Also, I don’t like boots with suits. And when you wear sneakers, make sure they go with your shirt. – Ashton Kutcher • You’re barely even wearing a shirt! What are you going to do if a mugger jumps out at you, flash them? – Sarah Rees Brennan • Zach had rushed down to rescue me without remembering to put a shirt on…Maybe I had died and gone to heaven. – Meg Cabot • Zane brought her hand to his chest, over his heart and she felt the strong rapid beat through his shirt. “Feel that?” His throat worked as he swallowed. “It would break if I fell for you and anything happened that would take you away from me.” –Zane to Willow in ‘The Edge of Sin’ in the Real Men Last all Night anthology – Cheyenne McCray [clickbank-storefront-bestselling]

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• A book, a book full of human touches, of shirts, a book without loneliness, with men and tools, a book is victory. • A Mexican guy named Sam pushes Gary Frankel next to Isabel. “This guy can break your arm with one snap, asshole. Get out of my sight before I sic him on you,” Sam says. Gary, who’s wearing a coral shirt and white pants, growls to look tough. It doesn’t work. – Simone Elkeles • A thump thump thump noise that was so unfamiliar, and yet I couldn’t quite place it. But I knew it. It was – “Mmm-hmmm,” Monica murmured, just as Wes came view into the path. He was running, his pace quick and steady. He was in shorts, his shirt off, staring ahead as he passed. His back was tan and gleaming with sweat. – Sarah Dessen • A typical ‘Larry King Live’ is a pastiche whose absurdism defies parody. Wearing his trademark suspenders and purple shirts, he looks as if he’s strapped to the chair with vertical seat belts, unable to eject. – James Wolcott • After graduating from flares and platforms in the early 1970s, I started drama school wearing a pair of khaki dungarees with one of my Dad’s Army shirts, accessorised by a cat’s basket doubling as a handbag. Very Lady Gaga. – Jenny Eclair • After that, all the while Millie was eating the pudding… we both tore Christopher’s character to shreds. It was wonderful fun…. He drove everyone mad in Chrestomanci Castle by insisting on silk shirts and exactly the right kind of pajamas. ‘And he could get them right anyway by magic,’ Millie told me, ‘if he wasn’t too lazy to learn how…. But the thing that really annoys me is the way he never bothers to learn a person’s name. If a person isn’t important to him, he always forgets their name.’ When Millie said this, I realized that Christopher had never once forgotten my name. – Diana Wynne Jones • Ah! how annoying that the law doesn’t allow a woman to change husbands just as one does shirts. – Moliere • Alec watched them through the half-open door, Jace leaned against the sink as his adoptive sister sponged his wrists and wrapped them in a white gauze. “Okay, now take off your shirt.” (Isabelle) “I knew there was something in this for you.” (Jace) ~pg. 329~ – Cassandra Clare • Alice was scrutinizing my boring jeans-and-a-T-shirt outfit in a way that made me self-conscious. Probably plotting another makeover. I sighed. My indifferent attitude to fashion was a constant thorn in her side. If I’d allow it, she’d love to dress me everyday―perhaps several times a day―like some oversized three-dimensional paper doll. – Stephenie Meyer • All right. Tell me what I’m looking at.” From the improvised Rolling Stones T-shirt bag tied to my sash, Bob the Skull said, in his most caustic voice, “A giant pair of cartoon lips.” I muttered a curse and fumbled with the shirt until one of the skull’s glowing orange eye sockets was visible. A big goofy magic nerd!” Bob said. – Jim Butcher • Also, I used to think that one day I might get someone to iron my shirts, but the truth is I really like doing them myself. – David Sedaris • Amos clapped his hands. “Khufu!” I thought he’d sneezed, because Khufu is a weird name, but then a little dude about three feet tall with gold fur and a purple shirt came clambering down the stairs. It took me a second to realize it was a baboon wearing an L.A. Lakers jersey. – Rick Riordan • Amy, listen to me. What I do. The choices I make. They’re mine. Only mine. The consequences of those decisions—mine. “Mine,” he repeated when she sighed heavily. “No one else’s.” Silence. Only the warm wetness of her tears dampening his shirt. It broke his heart.- Cindy Gerard • An old market had stood there until I’d been about six years old, when the authorities had renamed it the Olde Market, destroyed it, and built a new market devoted to selling T-shirts and other objects with pictures of the old market. Meanwhile, the people who had operated the little stalls in the old market had gone elsewhere and set up a thing on the edge of town that was now called the New Market even though it was actually the old market. – Neal Stephenson • And also, there are so many times when you need to make a quick escape, but humans don’t have their own wings, or not yet, anyway, so what about a birdseed shirt? – Jonathan Safran Foer • And drinking neat liquor from the bottle, with all my long hair and my shirt undone and my beads, not so much the lizard king, more a gecko duchess, I fitted in nicely with their idea of what a creative person should be.- Russell Brand • And I was victim to that very early in my career, where I would go into auditions, and I’d be wearing a big T shirt, a big baggy T shirt and loose jeans. You know, to try and show people that there was more to me than just that. – Charlize Theron • And speaking of on board, she’d moved into John’s room properly. In his closet, her leathers and her muscles shirts were hanging next to his, and their shitkickers were lined up together, and all her knives and her guns and her little toys were now locked up in his fire proof cabinet. Their ammo was even stacked together. How frickin’ romantic. – J.R. Ward • And speaking of scary things, I need to leave. My guides are fading even as we speak. (Talon) I hate when you commune with the dead in front of me. (Kyrian) Are you the asshole who sent the ‘I See Dead People’ T-shirt to me? (Talon) That would be Wulf. (Kyrian) – Sherrilyn Kenyon • And sure enough,the youth in question was not his usual dapper self. His face was puffy, his eyes red and wild; his shirt(distressingly unbuttoned)hung over his trousers in sloppy fashion. All very out of charactar: Mandrake was normally defined by his rigid self-control. Somthing seemed to have stripped all that away. Well, the poor lad was emotionally brittle.He needed sympathetic handling. “You’re a mess,” I sneered “You’ve lost it big time. What’s happened? All the guilt and self-loathing suddenly get to you? It can’t just be that someone else called me, surly?- Jonathan Stroud • Aren’t you a little old for your mom to be picking out your clothes for you? Really? Shopping at the Children’s Place at your age? I’m sure there’s some third-grader dying to know who bought the last navy I-sore shirt. (Nekoda) – Sherrilyn Kenyon • As astute followers of ‘Life in Hell’ will notice, Akbar and Jeff wear the same striped T-shirt as Charlie Brown. ‘Peanuts’ was very important to me. – Matt Groening • As I moved deeper into the room, his gaze dropped to my feet, and worked its way back to my face. I was wearing faded jeans, boots, and a snug pink Juicy T-shirt I got on sale at TJ Maxx last summer that said I’m a Juicy girl. “I bet you are,” he murmured. – Karen Marie Moning • As she turned to concentrate on the portal, Eve tugged on Claire’s shirt. “What?” “Ask him where he got the boots.” “You ask.” Personally, Claire wanted the vampire bunny slippers. • At the beginning of my career I was going through a really weird phase of dressing in boys clothes. I would only wear one American Apparel T-shirt and shorts and brogues the whole year round. Not the same T-shirt, obviously, but one style of American Apparel T-shirt. I think I was going through a tomboy stage. – Florence Welch

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We’d be out of business. – Marc Jacobs • Been there, done that, got the T-shirt. Steig Larsson • Ben Starling, you better not have bought your token black friend a racist shirt- John Green • Besides, Southerners are hospitable. They’ll probably offer me lemonade.” Excuse me? You’re going to sit on a porch and drink lemonade while I plow a swamp with a goat’s horn?” Yes, ma’am. And I aim to wear my seamless shirt while you do it. – Nancy Werlin • But even as she told herself that, she remembered the way Cal had looked today with his shirt off while he’d stood on the ladder and scraped the side of Annie’s house. Watching those muscles bunch and flex every time he moved had made her crazy and she’d finally grabbed his shirt, thrown it at him, and delivered a stern lecture on the depletion of the ozone layer and skin cancer. – Susan Elizabeth Phillips • By no means do I want to be a piece of meat for the rest of my career. It’s funny when you get asked to do a talk show, and then they follow it up with requesting you take your shirt off. – Kellan Lutz • Christian stretched out beside her and pulled her close. ʺBut for what itʹs worth, I think youʹd be a great queen too, Princess Dragomir.ʺ ʺYouʹre going to get dirty,ʺ she warned. ʺAlready am. Oh, you mean from your clothes?ʺ He wrapped his arms around her, heedless of her damp and muddy state. ʺI spent most of my childhood hiding in a dusty attic and own exactly one dress shirt. You really think I care about this T-shirt?ʺ – Richelle Mead • Closing his eyes, he sent up a prayer to anyone who was listening, asking please, for God’s sake, stop sending him signals that they were right for each other. He’d read that book, seen the movie, bought the soundtrack, the DVD, the T-shirt, the mug, the bobble-head, and the insider’s guide. He knew every reason they could have been lock and key. But just as he was aware of all that aligned them, he was even clearer on how they were damned to be ever apart. – J.R. Ward • Corrigan told me once that Christ was quite easy to understand. He went where He was supposed to go. He stayed where He was needed. He took little or nothing along, a pair of sandals, a bit of a shirt, a few odds and ends to stave off the loneliness. He never rejected the world. If He had rejected it, He would have been rejecting mystery. And if He rejected mystery, He would have been rejecting faith. – Colum McCann • Cry your grief to God. Howl to the heavens. Tear your shirt. Your hair. Your flesh. Gouge out your eyes. Carve out your heart. And what will you get from Him? Only silence. Indifference. But merely stand looking at the playbills, sighing because your name is not on them, and the devil himself appears at your elbow full of sympathy and suggestions. And that’s why I did it….Because God loves us, but the devil takes an interest. – Jennifer Donnelly • Dammit, Michael, get out of my room, you pervert!” Could you even be a pervert if you were dead? She supposed you could, if you had a working body half the time. “I swear, I’m going to start taking my clothes off!” The cold spot stayed resolutely put until she got the hem of her T-shirt all the way up to her bra line, and then faded away. “Chicken,” she said, and paced the room, back and forth. Rachel Caine • Derek looked around, like he was searching for something to use. Then he stripped off his shirt. I tried not to look away. Not that he looked bad without his shirt. The opposite, actually, which is why…Let’s just say friends are really better when they’re fully clothed. – Kelley Armstrong • Did she just-” “Yes.” “But I don’t-” “Yes you do. We both stink.” “Well, I’m not-” “Yes. You are.” He huffed. “You wont let-” “No. No complaining. Let’s go.” I grabbed a clean shirt and pants from my saddlebags. “Well, she could have handled it better,” he grumped. “No. She couldn’t.” He settled into a sulky silence as we visited the bathhouse. – Maria V. Snyder • Different elevator music was playing since my last visit-that old disco song “Stayin’ Alive.” A terrifying image flashed through my mind of Apollo in bell-bottom pants and a slinky silk shirt. – Rick Riordan • Don’t cry.” “How can I not?” I asked him. “You just said you loved me.” “Well, why else did you think all of this was happening?” He set the book aside to wrap his arms around me. “The Furies wouldn’t be trying to kill you if I didn’t love you.” “I didn’t know,” I said. Tears were trickling down my cheeks, but I did nothing to try to stop them. His shirt was absorving most of them. “You never said anything about it. Every time I saw you, you just acted so… wild.” “How was I supposed to act?” he asked. “You kept doing things like throwing tea in my face. – Meg Cabot • Doubts are like stains on a shirt. I like shirts with stains, because when I’m given a shirt that’s too clean, one that’s completely white, I immediately start having doubts. – Antonio Tabucchi • Elegance is always in style for men. There are all different kinds of elegance. It can be silk, it can be a T-shirt. – Donatella Versace • Even now if I see someone working out, in great shape, like a 40-year-old guy with his shirt off jogging I always think, “Look at that idiot.” That’s why everyone in my movie is kind of goofy because I’m a champion of the goofball. What sucks is I have to work out now not to die. I was always happy not working out because I never wanted to be someone who worked out to look good, but now I have to try to not die, which is such a drag. – Judd Apatow • Every time we give a musician the advice to give away the music and sell the T-shirt, we’re saying, “Don’t make your living in this more elevated way. Instead, reverse this social progress, and choose a more physical way to make a living.” We’re sending them to peasanthood, very much like the Maoists have. – Jaron Lanier • Every woman should have a daughter to tell her stories to. Otherwise, the lessons learned are as useless as spare buttons from a discarded shirt. And all that is left is a fading name and the shape of a nose or the color of hair. The men who write the history books will tell you the stories of battles and conquests. But the women will tell you the stories of people’s hearts. – Karen White • Everywhere I go I buy new music shirts. – Shaun White • First, she wanted to taste the sweat that shone on his throat and fragile clavicle; then he chose to undo the tails of her shirt, that she had tied up beneath her breasts; then, but then impatient they forgot about taking turns and quarreled silently, eagerly over each other, like pirates dividing treasure long sought, long imagined, long withheld. – John Crowley • For a split second longer she stood motionless. Then, somehow, she had caught at the front of his shirt and pulled him toward her. His arms went around her, lifting her almost out of her sandals, and then he was kissing her—or she was kissing him, she wasn’t sure, and it didn’t matter. The feel of his mouth on hers was electric; her hands gripped his arms, pulling him hard against her. The feel of his heart pounding through his shirt made her dizzy with joy. No one else’s heart beat like Jace’s did, or ever could. – Cassandra Clare • For as long as I could remember, he had never worn a single piece of clothing that could be considered casual. Khaki shorts and golf shirts, to Umberto, were the garments of men who have no virtues left, not even shame. – Anne Fortier • For me, it’s important that a fan can buy something that is related to me. Like in soccer, you buy a shirt and it’s got somebody’s name on the back. That’s kind of a cool thing. – Roger Federer • For my prom, I was so fancy, I got t a suit tailored. I wanted a three-piece suit. I thought it would be cool to wear all black – black shirt, black tie, I figured it would be the coolest thing I’ve ever done. That was my first suit. I put the suit on two years later and it was so big on me and absurd and didn’t fit. I still have it. I won’t throw it out. It’s too fun. It reminds me where I come from. Actually, I have an evolution of suits in my closet. It starts with that one and goes up to the suits that I get to have now. – Gabriel Macht • Fortunes made in no time are like shirts made in no time; it’s ten to one if they hang long together. – Douglas William Jerrold • Foul!” yelled Jamie, who seemed extremely happy not to be the one facing a blade. “Distracting technique! Put your shirt back on right now. Sarah Rees Brennan • From working with Ralph Lauren, I started to understand what it meant to build a brand. There were times when I was working there that it seemed so repetitive. At the time, I didn’t understand what was happening. But when I stepped out of it, I realized what he was doing was achieving a signature look and reiterating that. That’s why when you think about a polo shirt you think about Ralph – he owns that garment. – – Simon Spurr Girlfriend, Lilies, Abby • Girls can wear jeans and cut their hair short and wear shirts and boots because it’s okay to be a boy; for girls it’s like promotion. But for a boy to look like a girl is degrading, according to you, because secretly you believe that being a girl is degrading. – Ian Mcewan • Girls can wear jeans, cut their hair short, wear shirts and boots, ’cause it’s okay to be a boy, but for a boy to look like a girl is degrading. – Charlotte Gainsbourg • Got to say, dying would really wreck my best day. Been there, done that, and now that I think about it, Artemis forgot to give me the t-shirt. – Sherrilyn Kenyon • Grunge was so self-consciously lowbrow and nonaspirational that it seemed, at first, impervious to the hype and glamour normally applied swiftly to any emerging trend. But sure enough, grunge anthems found their way onto the soundtracks of television commercials, and Dodge Neons were hawked by kids in flannel shirts saying, ‘Whatever.’ – Douglas Rushkoff • Guys are lucky: We can wear a suit over and over, just with different shirts and ties. – Ryan Reynolds • Having stuff that fits you perfectly makes the craziest difference. I remember the first times that I was introduced to that – having a shirt that’s actually tailored to your body and not just made for your average American. It just changes your life. – Mayer Hawthorne • He blinked a few times, each motion so slow that he was never quite sure if he’d get his eyes open again. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. Funny how he was only just realizing it. Funnier still that he couldn’t seem to summon any concern for her maidenly sensibilities. She might be blushing. He couldn’t tell. It was too dark to see. But it didn’t matter. This was Honoria. She was a good egg. A sensible egg. She wouldn’t be scarred forever by the sight of his chest. – Julia Quinn • He does this on purpose,” Stephanie’s mother said as they sat in the car, seat belts on and ready to go. They watched him appear at the front door, shrug into his jacket, tuck in his shirt, go to step out, and then pause. “He looks like he’s about to sneeze,” Stephanie remarked. – Derek Landy • He knew her now. She was the weird girl in the class above him, who dyed her hair pink and always wore a lot of pentragrams and crystals. Right now she was also wearing giant chandelier earings and a violent pink T-Shirt that bore the words ROMEO AND JULIET WOULDN’T HAVE LASTED. • He leaned back for a moment to tug her shirt down her arms, with the same wicked, lovley smile that had first stolen her breath years ago. – Melissa Marr • He strips his shirt over his head and I catch my breath, watching those long hard muscles ripple. I know how his shoulders look, bunched, when he’s on top of me, how his face gets tight with lust, as he eases inside me. “Who am I?” “Jericho” “Who are you?” He kicks off his boots, steps out of his pants. He’s commando tonight. My breath whooshes out of me in a run-on word: “Whogivesafuck? – Karen Marie Moning • He told me this while ripping through his duffel bag, throwing clothes into drawers with reckless abandon. Chip did not believe in having a sock drawer or a T-shirt drawer. He believed that all drawers were created equal and filled each with whatever fit. My mother would have died. – John Green • He was dressed just like on TV, with lots of silver chains and bracelets, ripped jeans, and a black muscle shirt (Which was kind of stupid, since he didn’t have any muscles). – Rick Riordan • He was going to take a dive into this lake. He just didn’t know it. Cerise rose, finding footing in the soft mud. The water came up to just below her breasts and her wet shirt stuck to her body. William’s gaze snagged on her chest. Yep, keep looking, Lord Bill. Keeeeeep looking. – Ilona Andrews • He was in blue jeans and a work shirt, which is another weird quirk of Rich Old Men. Just one of the guys here. Blue jeans and a work shirt, salt of the earth, working man like yourself. Like they’re somehow uncomfortable about being rich enough to sleep in a bed made of vaginas being pulled around the town at night by a fleet of gold-covered midgets. – Warren Ellis • He wore sweatpants and a T-shirt and had stopped in the middle of the hall, furiously scratching one bare forearm. “Fleas?” I said. – Kelley Armstrong • Headbangers’ are people who like heavy-metal music, which is performed by skinny men with huge hair who stomp around the stage, striking their instruments and shrieking angrily, apparently because somebody has stolen all their shirts. – Dave Barry • He’d changed since the last summer. Instead of Bermuda shorts and a T-shirt, he wore a button-down shirt, khaki pants, and leather loafers. His sandy hair, which used to be so unruly, was now clipped short. He look like an evil male model, showing off what the fashionable college-age villain was wearing to Harvard this year. – Rick Riordan • Here’s a newsflash from the only High Preistess you have left at this dang school: Zoey isn’t dead. And believe me, I know dead. I’ve been there, done that, and got the frickin’ T-shirt.” – Stevie Rae – P. C. Cast • His face set in grim determination, Richard slogged ahead, his fingers reaching up to touch the tooth under his shirt. Loneliness, deeper than he had never known, sagged his shoulders. All his friends were lost to him. He knew now that his life was not his own. It belonged to his duty, to his task. He was the Seeker. Nothing more. Nothing less. Not his own man, but a pawn to be used by others. A tool, same as his sword, to help others, that they might have the life he had only glimpsed for a twinkling. He was no different from the dark things in the boundary. A bringer of death. • How had I managed to tie my boots? I didn’t even remember getting dressed. I was out here in public at the mall. What was I wearing? Jeans. I could feel socks. I had my boots on. I plucked at the edge of my t-shirt and saw it was red. I was wearing Dad’s spare Army jacket, and there was a heavy weight in the right pocket that had to be something deadly. – Lilith Saintcrow • I am always looking for a cool tee shirt; maybe one with a rock band or an old advertisement. – Bridget Hall • I am one who is very meridione – Southern Italian. I am proud of this. I design everything with my team, which is fantastic and small. I design by look. For example, people always comment to me, “When you do men’s shirts, you always keep them closed on the catwalk.” That’s my thing. – Riccardo Tisci • I borrowed this from Kyle. My other shirt was pretty filthy.” “Wow, you’re wearing each other’s clothes now. That’s, like, best friend stuff.” “Feeling left out?” said Kyle. “I suppose you want to borrow a black T-shirt too.” “As long as everyone’s wearing their own pants.” “I see have come in on a fascinating moment in the conversation.” Eric poked his head through the curtain. – Cassandra Clare • I can’t even tell you how good it felt to see him. It felt even better when he reached through the metal grate, wrapped his fingers around the front of my shirt, dragged me forward, and kissed me through the bars. “Sorry” he said-only not looking to sorry, if you know what I mean. – Meg Cabot • I could have grabbed his shirt collar. I could have pulled him close to me, so close he could feel my breath on his skin, and I could have said to him, “This is just a crisis. A flash! A single match struck against the implacable darkness of time! You are the one who taught me to never give up. You taught me that new possibilities emerge for those who are prepared, for those who are ready. You have to believe! • I couldn’t meet his gaze. I stared at the table just behind him–the mess of cards on it, the lantern giving off its quiet glow. “When you gave me your shirt to wear that night, I could feel you. I could feel your essence.” The world went still. We were standing only inches from each other, not touching. Outside, I could hear the faint murmur of the wind blowing through the trees. “What did it feel like?” he asked in a low voice. “Like…coming home,” I admitted. – L.A. Weatherly • I do feel that film and TV are often behind when it comes to the way women look, they often dress them in khakis and denim shirts, but women and mothers these days look great and films need to reflect that. Real people look very fashionable, moms are at the forefront of the style. But things are getting better in that way. – Kristin Davis • I don’t have any elaborate uniforms; I come to the ring in a T-shirt, a pair of sneakers and some shorts. – John Cena • I don’t know, but I always loved that image of a girl putting toenail polish on a guy – her boyfriend, or something like that. Or a guy waking up in the morning and reaching over and putting on his girlfriend’s shirt. Like Keith Richards putting on one of Anita Pallenberg’s blouses, or Courtney Love putting nail polish on Kurt Cobain. – Marc Jacobs • I empathize with women in their high heels so I’ll be there in my kilt and T-shirt and I’ll walk around all day just to prove that if I can wear the shoes for 36 hours then certainly our customer can wear them. – Marc Jacobs • I felt that I ostracized myself by my behavior, by the past, by living with all the regrets of my mistakes, that I sort of wore a hair shirt and beat myself up most of the day thinking and regretting why did I make such a mistake? Why have I made so many mistakes? – Sarah Ferguson • I first heard Personville called Poisonville by a red-haired mucker named Hickey Dewey in the Big Ship in Butte. He also called his shirt a shoit. – Dashiell Hammett • I go outside, and I’m wearing a funky T-shirt and my hair is dirty, and people say, ‘What’s wrong with her? She needs to invest in a hairbrush.’ – Kristen Stewart • I got live tweeted once by someone who was opposite my home in some rented accommodation. He was actually describing on twitter what I was doing. ‘I took a shirt off, I went to the window, I put a shirt back on… ‘ And I’ve got blinds in my flat! – Benedict Cumberbatch • I had never ironed anything in my life. The proper pressing of a shirt was a mystery of the universe akin to black holes and dark matter. – Lisa Kleypas • I hate formal stuff. I love looking like a doll and all that stuff and playing dress up, but when I’m home, sweat pants, t-shirt. When I’m in the studio, sweat pants, t-shirt. – Nicki Minaj • I hate watching me. I hate watching me. It just makes me feel awful. I think, ‘I look stupid from that angle. I wish I didn’t let them put that shirt on me.’ – Jesse Eisenberg • I know dead. I’ve been there, done that and got the freakin’ T-shirt. – P. C. Cast • I know that’s an endorsement I’ve been waiting for,” Skye added. “Perfectly adequate in bed. They should make that into a T-shirt – Susan Mallery • I like having the vinyl, but it’s not like we’re going to sell an umbrella or something. I don’t like the idea of selling something that’s not music – I mean, I like going to shows and buying the shirt, but beyond that, I don’t know. There’s a lot of crap in the world. – Robin Pecknold • I love my work with a frenetic and perverse love, as an ascetic loves the hair shirt which scratches his belly. – Gustave Flaubert • I love to meet my fans, and after every show I usually hang out for a few hours, talking to my fans, signing autographs, and selling T-shirts. – Tommy Chong • I never cared about buying things for myself, like clothes. And then all of a sudden I realized how great it is to be very precise about the shirts that I wear and all the things that are a part of my closet. So the ritual of fashion and shopping became very personal to me. – Marc Jacobs • I once had a boyfriend who couldn’t write unless he was wearing a necktie and a dress shirt, which I thought was really weird, because this was a long time ago, and no one I knew ever wore dress shirts, let alone neckties; it was like he was a grown-up reenacter or something. – Susan Orlean • I owned a Ferrari, a Range Rover, a Mercedes 560SL convertible, a Jeep Cherokee and a Nissan 300ZX. I can’t remember the intricate decision tree I had to climb in order to determine which one to drive to work on any given day – it probably had something to do with the weather, or which car had more gas in the tank, or upholstery that best matched whatever shirt I happened to throw on that morning. – Michael J. Fox • I put on the Hank Williams and the Patsy Cline and the Rosemary Clooney on vinyl – I’m not trying to be some cool indie-rock person, I just love the way it sounds – and throw on a T-shirt and jeans. In Texas, we practically come out of the womb in jeans. – Kelly Clarkson • I remember at 16 years old, growing up in Queens, we were punks, but hey, when we went to the theater, we wore a shirt and tie! Similarly, I believe that to keep movie theaters in existence, they’re gonna have to make ’em an event, have a couch, a table and drinks or something. Otherwise, there’s no reason to get out of your bed! – James Caan • I rose to my knees, mouth dry and heart pounding, and paused to finger a rip in my beautiful Dacron bowling shirt. I pushed my fingertip through the hole and wiggled it at myself. Hello, Dexter, where are you going? Hello, Mr. Finger. I don’t know, but I’m almost there. I hear my friends calling. – Jeff Lindsay • I sat up in bed. My T-shirt was soaking wet. My pillow was wet. My hair was wet. And my room was sticky and humid. – Kami Garcia • I saw a transvestite wearing a T-shirt that said ‘Guess’. – Demetri Martin • I see no reason to have my shirts ironed. It’s irrational. – Barry Commoner • I simply adore ‘The Simpsons.’ I go to bed in a ‘Simpsons’ T-shirt.- Steven Spielberg • I still have the shirt I wore my first time on Johnny Carson’s show. Only now I use it as a tablecloth at dinner parties. It was very blousy. – Ellen DeGeneres • I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything, I walk by, going through office buildings and orthopedic shops, and courtyards with washing hanging from the line: underwear, towels and shirts from which slow dirty tears are falling. – Pablo Neruda • I think a fragrance is more of a signature than even what you wear – something you’ll remember more down the road than a shirt. – Ryan Reynolds • I think certainly after every show I headline, I will be available to the fans. When I’m headlining a show, I don’t walk off stage. I’ll walk to the front of the stage and sign hats and shirts and tickets for 15 to 30 minutes, until everyone has everything signed. – Luke Bryan • I think good-looking people seldom make good television. And American television studios almost concede before they start: ‘Well, it won’t be good, but at least it’ll be good-looking. We’ll have nice-looking girls in tight shirts with F.B.I. badges and fit-looking guys with lots of hair gel vaulting over things.’ – Hugh Laurie • I tore open the closet door and began feverishly sorting through the shirts piled on the floor in the vain hope that inside that pile there might be some wondrously perfect shirt down there, a nice and tough but I’m also a surprisingly good listener with a true and abiding passion for cheers and those who lead them.- John Green • I used to wear sleeveless T-shirts all the time on court, but now I’ve got a brand new look – I’ve moved on to polo shirts. Sleeveless T-shirts give you real freedom of movement and they keep you cooler in matches, but I just thought it was time for a change. – Rafael Nadal • I used to wear sweats and a T-shirt to auditions, but my agent would yell at me and tell me I had to look nice and presentable. So I had to drop that habit. – Kellan Lutz • I was a tough kid with the jeans, the concert shirt with the flannel over it, the comb in the back pocket and the feathered hair. – Cameron Diaz • I wear jeans and a T-shirt sometimes. I just like clothes – since the first time I can remember, like age ten or eleven; I was just obsessed with music and clothes. Just like a lot of people in England from my generation. – Paul Weller • I went to an all-boys Catholic school, and not only were we not allowed to wear pajamas, we had to wear dress shirts, dress pants, a tie, dress shoes… they stopped making us wear blazers, like, two years before I started there, so pajamas… you wouldn’t even get in the front door wearing pajamas at my school. – John C. Reilly • I will put on my shoes and shirt and get out of here – it’ll be better for all of us. – Charles Bukowski • I would go with my husband to the tailors where he gets his shirts made, and I would watch the bespoke process. I would ask them, “Would you be able to make that for me?” And they would always say, “Well, yes, but no.” They were very French about it. I decided I would just do it for myself. And I started doing that. Then other people would notice, and want it. So I started doing things for friends, little pieces, and my own line grew that way. – Minnie Mortimer • I’m not my name. My name is something I wear, like a shirt. It gets worn. I outgrow it, I change it. – Jerry Spinelli • If I was left to my own devices, you would see about ten T-shirts in rotation with maybe a few nice pairs of jeans – but I also like to look good. I like feeling really well put together, I just don’t have the aptitude and the knowledge to do that. – Daniel Radcliffe • If you are late for work in Mumbai and reach the station just as the train is leaving the platform, don’t despair. You can run up to the packed compartments and find many hands unfolding like petals to pull you on board. And while you will probably have to hang on to the door frame with your fingertips, you are still grateful for the empathy of your fellow passengers, already packed tighter than cattle, their shirts drenched with sweat in the badly ventilated compartment. They know that your boss might yell at you or cut your pay if you miss this train. – Suketu Mehta • If you leave here, War can find you again. What are you going to do if that happens? (Tory) Leave bloodstains on his best shirt. (Acheron) – Sherrilyn Kenyon • If you two were going to be that obvious about it, why didn’t you guys come down in your Team Daniel and Team Miles T-shirts?” “We should order those,” Shelby said. “Mine’s in the laundry,” Arriane said. – Lauren Kate • If you were a woman, all I’d have to say is ‘Colin Firth in a wet shirt’ and you’d say ‘Ah. – Shannon Hale • I’ll look through ‘Us Weekly’ and I’ll see a picture of Brad Pitt and Jennifer Anniston. And I’m like, ‘Wow, they just… they look so good. Even if they’re like just wearing jeans and a t-shirt, they still look great.’ – Moby • I’m a jacket man. And if I’m without one, I am kind of seriously disabled. I don’t know how to operate in shirt sleeves. – Bill Nighy • I’m an athlete, so I can dress down with the best of them. I can throw on t-shirts and sweats with the best of them. – Dwyane Wade • I’m not big on flak jackets and tie-dyed shirts. You know, that’s not me. 0 Joe Biden • I’m pretty low-key; you’ll often find me in jeans, a T-shirt and sweatshirt. – Olivia Wilde • I’m really not a fascist. Everyone wears what they feel great in, or comfortable with. It’s a beautiful day, you have an armless shirt: it goes with flip-flops. – Christian Louboutin • In a big Bollywood romantic film, taking my shirt off and spreading the hand towards the mountain with dancers behind me are not my cup of tea. – Vir Das • In high school I spent most of my time in jeans and T-shirts or Juicy sweats. We’re such a laid-back town. I mean, people wore bikinis under their clothes half the time, so you didn’t really get dressed up to go to school. – Lauren Conrad • In junior high P.E., I was way too shy to take a shower in front of the other kids. It was a horribly awkward time – body hair, odors… So I’d go from my sweaty shirt back into my regular clothes and have to continue the day. – Will Ferrell • In my everyday life, I just wear jeans, t-shirts and trainers – if I can go barefoot, that’s even better. But for the events I have a stylist, and in two hours we have selected a whole outfit. – Penelope Cruz • Is not the most erotic portion of a body where the garment gapes? In perversion (which is the realm of textual pleasure) there are no “erogenous zones” (a foolish expression, besides); it is intermittence, as psychoanalysis has so rightly stated, which is erotic: the intermittence of skin flashing between two articles of clothing (trousers and sweater), between two edges (the open-necked shirt, the glove and the sleeve); it is this flash itself which seduces, or rather: the staging of an appearance-as-disappearance. – Roland Barthes • Is this the part where you start tearing off strips of your shirt to bind my wounds?” “If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked. – Cassandra Clare • It doesn’t hurt.” “But my eyes do,” said a coolly amused voice from the doorway. Jace. He had come in so quietly that even Simon hadn’t heard him; closing the door behind him, he grinned as Isabelle pulled Simon’s shirt down. “Molesting the vampire while he’s too weak to fight back, Iz?” he asked. “I’m pretty sure that violates at least one of the Accords.” “I’m just showing him where he got stabbed,” Isabelle protested, but she scooted back to her chair with a certain amount of haste. – Cassandra Clare • It finally happened, he thought as he burrowed under his shirt and took hold of his heavy cross. All his life he’d wondered why he’d never fallen in love, and now he knew: He’d been waiting for this moment, this woman, this time. The female is mine, he thought. – Manny – J.R. Ward • It’s just an ice bucket with a bottle in it. The two flute glasses are little tray. I got to shut the curtains. I’m in my boxer shorts and shirt. I’m going to take a bath and go to bed. But I want to shut the blinds so it’s really dark in the room. – Danny DeVito • It’s like how on certain days some people wear sweaters when other people can wear t-shirts and still feel comfortable – different reactions to the same temperature. – Maggie Stiefvater • I’ve always loved wearing a suit. When you have on a crisp shirt and a tie you always feel like you’re going somewhere. It feels like a bit of an occasion. – Jamie Redknapp Jamie Redknapp • Juliet shook her head. The thought of eating anything made her feel nauseous. “No thanks, I’m not hungry.” “Oh yeah, the heartbreak diet,” nodded Trudy sagely. “Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt. – Alexandra Potter • Jump into an open grave? What kind of idiot are you?” Butters replied. “I might as well put on a red shirt and volunteer for the away team. There’s snow and ice and slippery mud down there. That’s like asking for an ironically broken neck. – Jim Butcher • Keep your shirt on,” she said with a laugh at her bad joke. “Your clothes are at the laundry. They’ll deliver them as soon as they’re ready.” “And in the meantime?” “Looks like you’re naked.” His jaw worked as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “I beg your pardon?” “Beg all you want, you’re still going to be naked.” Tabitha paused at the wicked image in her mind. “Come to think of it, a gorgeous, begging, naked man… that’s the stuff of fantasies. Begging won’t get you your clothes, but it could get you something else.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him.- Sherrilyn Kenyon • Kizzy wanted it all so bad her soul leaned half out of her body hungering after it, and that was what drove the goblins wild, her soul hanging out there like an untucked shirt. – Laini Taylor • Many of the male faeries had their shirts unbuttoned and chests bare. (How’s this for freaky: no nipples or belly buttons.) – Kiersten White • Many years ago, I concluded that a few hair shirts were part of the mental wardrobe of every man. The president differs from other men in that he has a more extensive wardrobe. – Herbert Hoover Mari Mancusi • Michael held me when I got inside, because I was shaking all over. That felt so good. Warm all the way down. Did I mention Michael’s feet? They’re all the way sexy, and he’s always barefoot – he hates shoes. I wish he hated pants and shirts, too. – Rachel Caine • Morelli grabbed the front of my shirt, pulled me to him, and kissed me. It was a great kiss, but I didn’t know what the heck it meant. It seemed to me a breaking up kiss would have had less tongue. – Janet Evanovich • Most little children’s obsessions are robots and Barbie dolls. My obsession as a kid was the Versace house. I used to save up my pocket money to buy Versus shirts. I was that obsessed! – Riccardo Tisci • Most of the time, I’m in khakis and a white T-shirt. I’m a total Gap girl. Super casual, hair in a pony tail and no makeup. – Jennifer Love Hewitt • My father had put these things on the table. I looked at him standing by the sink. He was washing his hands, splashing water on his face. My mamma left us. My brother, too. And now my feckless, reckless uncle had as well. My pa stayed, though. My pa always stayed. I looked at him. And saw the sweat stains on his shirt. And his big, scarred hands. And his dirty, weary face. I remembered how, lying in my bed a few nights before, I had looked forward to showing him my uncle’s money. To telling him I was leaving. And I was so ashamed. – Jennifer Donnelly • My heart was a little bit broken, but I still had to go to school. I buttoned my dress shirt over it and my winter coat, too. I hoped it didn’t show too much. – Gabrielle Zevin • My Papa’s Waltz: The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother’s countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt. – Theodore Roethke • NASA has to approve whatever we wear, so there are clothes to choose from, like space shorts – we wear those a lot – and NASA T-shirts. – Sally Ride • Never knock on death’s door. Ring the doorbell then run. He totally hates that. – T-shirt – Darynda Jones • No offense but I don’t relish being someone’s science experiment. Been there, done that, and sold the T-shirt for profit. (Sebastian) – Sherrilyn Kenyon • Oh, I can never get enough,” he said. “Which, incidentally, is what your sister said to me when – ” The carriage door flew open. A hand shot out, grabbed Will by the back of the shirt, and hauled him inside. The door banged shut after him, and Thomas, sitting bolt upright, seized reins of the horses. A moment later the carriage had lurched forth into the night, leaving Gabriel staring, infuriated, after it. – Cassandra Clare • Okay, I’ll wear the Bite Me shirt,[…]It’ll be my standard response to any-one who tries to hit on me.” I giggle. “Someone can come up and be like ‘Hey babe, what’s your sign?’ and I’ll just point to my shirt.” Rayne laughs appreciatively and tosses me the tank top. “Of course they might think you’re pointing to your boobs in a ‘have at ’em, big boy’ kind of way. • On the other hand it was bad manners to look a gift horse in the mouth. Even if you’re getting it from an overweight cracker in a fringe shirt. – Ilona Andrews • One day she told me that they’d decided that my gender was divvied into two neat piles-Men and Guys. Basically, all the saints of the world: Men. The jerks, the players, the wet T-shirt contest aficionados? They were Guys. – Gayle Forman • Only Jace, Clary thought, could look cool in pajama bottoms and an old T-shirt, but he pulled it off, probably through sheer force of will. -pg. 329- – Cassandra Clare • Or why you are wearing a picture of Santa Clause on you shirts, but-” “It’s Herman Melville. – Daniel Handler • Overdone lipstick is a deterrent to men. It rubs off easily onto their skin and the edges of their shirts, so it discourages them from kissing, touching, and coming closer to you, which is what they really want to do! – Helen Fisher • Paris answered for him. “Last time he spread the flashing love, Reyes threw up all over his shirt. I never laughed so hard in my life. Lucien, though, has no sense of humor and vowed never to take us again.” “I’m surprised you didn’t mention the part where you fainted,” Lucien said wryly. Strider chortled. “Oh, man. You fainted? What a baby!” “Hey,” Paris said, frowning at Lucien. “I told you I hit my head midflash.” Lucien Gena Showalter • Patch stood over me, and a drop of rain slid from his hair, landing like ice on my collarbone. I felt it slide along my skin, disappearing beneath the neckline of my shirt. His eyes followed the raindrop, and I began to quiver on the inside. – Becca Fitzpatrick • Patch was dressed in the usual: black shirt, black jeans and a thin silver necklace that flashed against his dark complexion. His sleeves were pushed up his forearms, and I could see his muscles working as he punched buttons. He was tall and lean and hard, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if under his clothes he bore several scars, souvenirs from street fights and other reckless behavior. Not that I wanted a look under his clothes. – Becca Fitzpatrick • People always expect Hulk Hogan to be standing up straight, or to have the bandanna on, or to not have my arms covered up. If I have an extra large shirt on people go ‘oh yeah you look small.’ It kind of ruins the mystique. – Hulk Hogan • People care about my personal life. But really I’m dorky! I drink beer and go to football games. And ya know, sit in my house in a t-shirt on the weekends and play with my dog! – Sophia Bush • Place unopened pouch in warm water for 5-10 minutes. Unopened pouch may be laid on a warm surface. Lay unopened pouch in direct sunlight. Not much chance of that down here. Place unopened pouch inside you shirt, allow you body temperature to warm your MRE. I was surprised they left out: Place unopened pouch on ground and pee on it. – S.A. Bodeen • Producers and studios know what sells. It’s nice to be one of the guys that can help sell a movie by taking his shirt off. – Kellan Lutz • Pulling on your country’s shirt is the greatest honour a footballer can have. It’s what I always dreamed of as a kid and I get a buzz every time. – Wayne Rooney • Rae burned me. She has matches or something. Look, look…” Tori pulled down the collar of her T-shirt. “Leave your cloths on, Tori,” Simon said, raising his hands to his eyes. “Please. – Kelley Armstrong Rain, Eye, Hair • Ramil met Tashi’s eyes with a mischievous look. “Now Wife we have a long voyage ahead of us with no interruptions, no affairs of state to sidetrack us.” He brushed his fingers againist the lacings of her neck. “Isn’t it time you returned that shirt to its owner? – Julia Golding • Remember the first time you went to a show and saw your favorite band. You wore their shirt, and sang every word. You didn’t know anything about scene politics, haircuts, or what was cool. All you knew was that this music made you feel different from anyone you shared a locker with. Someone finally understood you. This is what music is about. – Gerard Way • Rowdy, hopped-up college kids pass us in an endless, noisy blur like they’re being mass produced or squeezed out of a tube – guys skulking in their T-shirts and cargo shorts, girls in low-slung jeans and flip-flops, pimples and breasts and tattoos and lipstick and legs and bra straps, and cigarettes; a colorful, sexy melange. I feel old and tired and I just want to be them again, want to be young and stupid, filled with angst and attitude and unbridled lust. Can I have a do-over, please? I swear to God I’ll make a real go of it this time. – Jonathan Tropper • Rule number one of anime,” Simon said. He sat propped up against a pile of pillows at the foot of his bed, a bag of potato chips in one hand and the TV remote in the other. He was wearing a black T-shirt that said I BLOGGED YOUR MOM and a pair of jeans that were ripped in one knee. “Never screw with a blind monk. – Cassandra Clare • Sailing is the closest I can get to nature – it’s adrenaline, fear, a constant challenge and learning experience, an adventure into the unknown. And of course there is nothing better than wearing the same T-shirt for days and not brushing my hair for weeks. – Daria Werbowy • Sejal had not thought of her home, or of India as a whole, as cool. She was dimly aware, however, of a white Westerner habit of wearing other cultures like T-shirts—the sticker bindis on club kids, sindoor in the hair of an unmarried pop star, Hindi characters inked carelessly on tight tank tops and pale flesh. She knew Americans liked to flash a little Indian or Japanese or African. They were always looking for a little pepper to put in their dish. – Adam Rex • Sharks are as tough as those football fans who take their shirts off during games in Chicago in January, only more intelligent. – Dave Barry • she glanced down and saw that a glove of blood covered her lower arm from the elbow to the wrist. The arm was throbbing, stiff, and painful. “Is this when you start tearing strips off your T-shirt to bind up my wound?” she joked. She hated the sight of blood, especially her own. “If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked.” He dug into his pocket and brought out his stele. “It would have been a lot less painful.- Cassandra Clare • She glanced up at him, and in that moment he pulled his wet shirt over his head. She forced her mind blank. Blank as a new sheet of paper, blank as a starless sky. He came to the fire and crouched before it. He rubbed the water from his bare arms and flicked it in the flames. She stared at the goose and sliced his drumstick carefully and thought of the blankest expression on the blankest face she could possibly imagine. It was a chilly evening; she thought about that. The goose would be delicious, they must eat as much of it as possible, they must not waste it; she thought about that. – Kristin Cashore • She heard Adrian say to Christian, ʺYou know, your shirtʹs kind of grungy-looking. Seems like you could put in a little more effort since youʹre dating a princess.ʺ – Richelle Mead • She sighed. Loudly. “Physical appearance is not what is important.” Yeah right. Tell that to any girl who hasn’t bothered to put on a presentable shirt or fix her hair because she’s only running into the grocery store to get a quart of milk for her grandmother, and who does she see tending the 7-ITEMS-OR-LESS cash register but the guy of her dreams, except she can’t even say hi—much less try to develop a meaningful relationship—since she looks like the poster child for the terminally geeky. – Vivian Vande Velde • She slid out from under his arm, and picked up his shirt from the floor. When she put it on, it failed to meet in the middle over her chest. that always worked in the movies, she thought, disgusted, and dropped it on the floor. – Jennifer Crusie • She was wearing a purple T-shirt, with a skinny black dress over it that made you remember how much of a girl she was, and trashed black boots that made you forget. – Kami Garcia • She’s really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail. – Suzanne Collins • Shrugging out of the damaged shirt, Jake said roughly, “I still dream about you.” “I have nightmares about you.” I dragged my T-shirt over my head, threw it aside.- Josh Lanyon • Sin met Mae and Alan coming into the flat. Mae frowned. “Is it no-shirts festival day?” “Every day with Nick is no-shirts festival day,” Alan said absently, but he was frowning too. – Sarah Rees Brennan • Since I was a child, I hated having to deal with my hair. I hated having to change my clothes. As a kid, I had a sailor shirt and the same old corduroy pants, and that’s what I wanted to wear everyday. – Patti Smith • Slippery slope. I carry a spare shirt, pretty soon I’m carrying spare pants. Then I’d need a suitcase. Next thing I know, I’ve got a house and a car and a savings plan and I’m filling out all kinds of forms. – Lee Child • So what about that key?” I asked. “I knew you’d be asking me about it sooner or later.” He pulled the cord out from underneath his shirt and dangled the key in front of me. “What do you want for it?” I sneered. “Five dollars?” “I don’t want money,” he said with a wicked grin. “What does it go to?” “A kiss will unlock more than this key will,” he whispered in my ear. – Ellen Schreiber • So, ah, I’m not sure if you know this, but you’re not wearing a shirt.” “Distracting, isn’t it? – Lisa McMann • So, what did you get for me?” Angeline paused for a beat. “Jeans.” “What?” croaked Artemis. “And a T-shirt. – Eoin Colfer • Some people have the meat-market mentality, so you’ve got to take your shirt off because it will bring girls into the theater. When that comes up on set, I challenge it. – Josh Hartnett • Sometimes I’m so tired, I look down at what I’m wearing, and if it’s comfortable enough to sleep in, I don’t even make it into my pajamas. I’m looking down, and I’m like, ‘T-shirt and stretchy pants? Yup, that’s fine. It’s pajama-y, good night.’ – Rebecca Romijn • Summer is a Latvian chicken. We make foolish choices. We think we’re young again. We run with outstretched arms toward an object of love and it pecks us and pecks us until we’re standing there snot-nosed and teary in the middle of Astor Place and the sun sets fire to our Penguin shirts and all that is left to do is go to our air-conditioned homes and ponder the cruelty of our finest season. – Gary Shteyngart • Sweet Jesus. It was The Delicious in the dark shirt and jeans. – Julie James • Taro came into the room, strands of hair flying free of the tie at the back of his skull, sweat plastering his cream-colored shirt against his chest and back. I wished I had an artist’s skill, that I could make renderings of him in all his states of beauty. He would never want to look at them, or even know about them. I would just like them for myself. Maybe he would want to see them when he was much older, and beautiful in a different way. – Moira J. Moore • The American dream is a crock. Stop wanting everything. Everyone should wear jeans and have three T-shirts, eat rice and beans. – Bill Hicks • The boys and girls in the clique. The awful names that they stick. You’re never gonna fit in much kid, but it you’re troubled and hurt, what you’ve got under your shirt will make them pay for the things that they did! – Gerard Way • The door banged open and Eve rushed out, flushed and mussed and still buttoning her shirt. “It’s not what you think.” She said. “It was just – oh OK, whatever, it was exactly what you think. Now WHAT? – Rachel Caine • the juniors were acting different because they are now the seniors. They even had T-shirts made. I don’t know who plans these things. – Stephen Chbosky • The man walked past me and stopped, observing the blood running down my neck. “Your injury. Let us tend to it.” He looked out through the open doorway and silently gestured to someone out there. “Our world,” he said, “is far more advanced than yours. For reasons you’ll understand shortly.” A thin, bony, naked woman entered the room, carrying two small, white kittens. She sat one of the fluffy cats in my lap and stuffed the other down my shirt. She turned and left. “There,” said the large man. “The kittens will make your sad go away. – David Wong • The reason I want you to put a shirt on is, well, because, um…” “You’ve never seen a guy with his shirt off?” “Ha, ha. Very funny. Believe me, you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.” “Wanna bet?” he says, then moves his hands to the button on his jeans and pops it open. Isabel walks in at that exact moment. “Whoa, Alex. Please keep your pants on.- Simone Elkeles • The three biggest fashion mistakes are cheap suits, shoes, and shirts. Spend your money on something good. – Donatella Versace • The way I see it, life is a jelly doughnut. You don’t really know what it’s about until you bite into it. And then, just when you decided it’s good, you drop a big glob of jelly on your best T-shirt.- Janet Evanovich • The woman who opens the door has a blue stain on her shirt and dark hair wound into a messy knot and the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. They’re pale, like a lioness’s, nearly golden, but they also look like they’ve done their fair share of crying, and we all know that a sky with clouds in it is much more interesting than one that doesn’t have any. – Jodi Picoult • Then he looked at my T-shirt and saw Byron’s picture on it and he quoted “She Walks in Beauty,” which is like my favorite poem next to the one by Baudelaire about his girlfriend being nothing but worm food, except that Lily called that one first because Baudelaire is her fave poet and so she got the shirt with him on it, even though Byron is way more scrumptious and I would do him on sharp gravel if I had the chance. –from The Chronicles of Abby Normal – Christopher Moore • There are other measures of self-respect for a man, than the number of clean shirts he puts on every day. – Ralph Waldo Emerson • There is a preppy wabi-sabi to soft, faded khakis and cotton shirts, but it’s not nice to be surrounded by things that are worn out or stained or used up. – Gretchen Rubin • There was a courtroom scene where my son is convicted of killing Kevin Spacey’s character. I find the bloody T-shirt and realize my husband did it. I get up the courage to take the shirt and send it to the police as evidence. I go out of the house for the first time. There was all this stuff I had to do that became quite truncated, because they slimmed down the movie. I understand the American Beauty is brilliant without all that stuff, but for me, personally, it was hard to see all that go. – Allison Janney • There was nowhere to go, but I turned to go and met Atticus’s vest front. I buried my head in it and listened to the small internal noises that went on behind the light blue cloth: his watch ticking, the faint crackle of his starched shirt, the soft sound of his breathing. ‘Your stomach’s growling,’ I said. ‘I know it,’ he said. – Harper Lee • They walked to school, talking about how much they were longing for the summer holidays. “Oh, I am planning things,” said Jamie. “Great, great things. I could join a band.” “You gave up the guitar after two lessons.” “Well,” he said, “I could be a backup dancer.” “Backup dancers have to wear belly shirts and glitter,” said Mae. “So obviously, I support this plan. Sarah Rees Brennan • This is a team of gay dudes, isn’t it?” What gave it away? The pink shirts, or half our team drooling over you? – Simone Elkeles • This is going to sound crazy, but the first thing I do when I get home is take off all my clothes – at home, just around the house. I take everything off. I can’t stand clothes! I take everything off – my shoes, my socks, my watch, shirt, everything. I am completely naked. – Tom Ford • Thomas Pynchon looks exactly like Thomas Pynchon should look. He is tall, he wears lumberjack shirts and blue jeans. He has Albert Einstein white hair and Bugs Bunny front teeth. – Salman Rushdie • To be the name on somebody’s shirt that they’ve made themselves in preparation for one of your shows – it doesn’t get much cooler than that.Hunter Hayes • T-shirts for ten dollars are even more fashion today than expensive fashion. – Karl Lagerfeld • Um, Faythe?” Marc reached for my arm, and a small grin turned up one corner of his beautiful mouth. “As my first official piece of advice to the new Alpha, let me suggest that you put on some pants. And maybe a shirt.” His grin grew and pulled me closer to whisper in my ear, while Jace watched us stiffly from across the room. “While the look definitely works for me, I’m thinking the other Alphas might take you more seriously if you dress the part. – Rachel Vincent • Walking over to Iggy, he poked him with his shoe. “Does anysing on you vork properly?” Iggy rubbed his forehead with one hand. “Well, I have a highly developed sense of irony.” Ter Borcht tsked. “You are a liability to your group. I assume you alvays hold onto someone’s shirt, yes? Following dem closely?” “Only when I’m trying to steal their dessert,” Iggy said truthfully. – James Patterson • Was I wearing my ‘I’m done with my virginity, please get rid of it for me’ T-shirt? – Rachel Vincent • We are not going to die.” Butters stared up at me, pale, his eyes terrified. “We’re not?” No. And do you know why?” He shook his head. “Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I’m too stubborn to die.” I hauled on the shirt even harder. “And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die. – Jim Butcher • Welcome to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club! Third rule of Fight Club: if someone yells “stop!”, goes limp, or taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule: the fights are bare knuckle. No shirt, no shoes, no weapons. Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight. – Chuck Palahniuk • Well, he was wearing those really bad pants ant that awful shirt. Clearly he did need some things explained to him bya teenager, but i didn’t think it was the right time to mention his unforunate and obvious fashion impairment. – P. C. Cast • What was Dionysus going to go? Send him back to his hellish isolation? He’d been there, done that, and had the Ozzy T-shirt to prove it.’ (Styxx) – Sherrilyn Kenyon • What’s goin’ on?” I ask as I take a seat. “Obviously not this.” He tosses me my shirt from last night. “I found it on the floor of the den. It’s obvious there was some hanky-panky going on.” Okay, so he knows we fooled around. But at least he didn’t find Kiara’s bra on top of my shirt. “Yeah . . . things kinda got a little heated after you and Mrs. W. left the den last night,” I tell him. – Simone Elkeles • What’s it like to envision the ten-thousand-year environmental impact of tossing a plastic bottle into the trash bin, all in the single second it takes to actually toss it? Or the ten-thousand-year history of the fossil fuel being burned to drive to work or iron a shirt? It may be environmentally progressive, but it’s not altogether pleasant. – Douglas Rushkoff • When I revealed the campaign, some lady in the front row, a photographer, asked “is that airbrushed?” So I just lifted my shirt up and my stomach was the exact same thing as in the ads. It was actually kinda nice that she said that, because I’m sure plenty of people probably thought that. That’s one of the reasons I did it – especially when you work so hard to get your body to look like that – it’s frustrating. – Dara Torres When I was fourteen and first started going out, I always wanted to be the opposite of everyone else. So I would go to the club in a polo T-shirt and pants and sneakers and a hat on backward, just so I would not be dressed like other girls. – Rihanna • When I wear the national team shirt, its sole contact with my skin makes it stand on an end. – Diego Maradona • When my parents were liberated, four years before I was born, they found that the ordinary world outside the camp had been eradicated. There was no more simple meal, no thing was less than extraordinary: a fork, a mattress, a clean shirt, a book. Not to mention such things that can make one weep: an orange, meat and vegetables, hot water. There was no ordinariness to return to, no refuge from the blinding potency of things, an apple screaming its sweet juice. – Anne Michaels • When Rae got back, she spread her empty hands wide and said “Okay, guess where I hid it.” She even turned around for me, but I couldn’t see a bulge big enough to hide a flashlight. With a grin, she reached down the front of her shirt into the middle of her bra, and pulled out a flashlight with flourish. I laughed. “Cleavage is great,” she said. “Like an extra pocket. – Kelley Armstrong • Why are we, as a nation so obsessed with foreign things? Is it a legacy of our colonial years? We want foreign television sets. We want foreign shirts. We want foreign technology. Why this obsession with everything imported? – Abdul Kalam • Willow nestled against him. He smoothed her long hair down the back of her T-shirt, feeling its softness. In a few moments she fell asleep again, her breathing warm and regular against his chest. Alex kissed her head, his arms tightening around her. As he drifted back to sleep himself, he saw a brief flash of the thousands of angels streaming in, but right then it seemed distant, almost unimportant. The only thing that mattered was that he was lying in a bed holding Willow, their bare legs entwined. It was all he wanted to do for the rest of his life. – L.A. Weatherly • With a bit of luck, his life was ruined forever. Always thinking that just behind some narrow door in all of his favorite bars, men in red woolen shirts are getting incredible kicks from things he’ll never know. – Hunter S. Thompson • You can put a new shirt on your back, slide a fresh chain around your neck, and accumulate all the money and power in the world, but at the end of the day those are just layers. Money and power don’t change you, they just further expose your true self. – Jay-Z • You could have the best suit in the world, but if you haven’t got the right shirt and tie with it you could look like a bag of rubbish. I think the shirt is the most important thing – you need a nice collar with it so that you can make it look good. • You don’t annoy me.” Carefully he rebuttoned the placket of her shirt. “I thought you did, at first. But now I realize it was more like the feeling you get when your foot’s been asleep. And when you start moving, the blood coming back into it is uncomfortable . . . but also good. Do you understand what I mean?” “Yes. I make your feet tingle.” A smile came to his lips. “Among other things. – Lisa Kleypas • You know how people love to glamorize poverty? There’s nothing glamorous about it. But it did make me really creative. Those days, I was literally taking t-shirts in the day and sewing them back together to make dresses for the night. – Beth Ditto • Your shoes have to match your belt. That’s rule number one for guys. You can’t put the brown shoes with the black belt. Or a brown belt with a black wristwatch. Just don’t do it! Also, I don’t like boots with suits. And when you wear sneakers, make sure they go with your shirt. – Ashton Kutcher • You’re barely even wearing a shirt! What are you going to do if a mugger jumps out at you, flash them? – Sarah Rees Brennan • Zach had rushed down to rescue me without remembering to put a shirt on…Maybe I had died and gone to heaven. – Meg Cabot • Zane brought her hand to his chest, over his heart and she felt the strong rapid beat through his shirt. “Feel that?” His throat worked as he swallowed. “It would break if I fell for you and anything happened that would take you away from me.” –Zane to Willow in ‘The Edge of Sin’ in the Real Men Last all Night anthology – Cheyenne McCray [clickbank-storefront-bestselling]

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Ladies pg near Forum Mall for rent

Ladies pg near Forum Mall, Koramangala, Bengaluru. Find some of the best pg accommodations near Forum Mall, Koramangala atwww.occupo.in. With Occupo you can find the right match for your paying guest stays requirement that are handpicked for you. These pg accommodations have quick access to Koramangala, BTM layout, Silk Board, Dairy Circle, Taverekere main road etc. Call now: 9740042590 or email…

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Om Sai Balaji is one of the best paying guest accommodations in Bangalore at an affordable rate. There are many IT sectors in Bangalore and many women especially bachelors come to Bangalore from different parts of India. They want a good accommodation equivalent to their home. Om Sai Balaji Ladies PG takes this as a nice opportunity to serve their needs by providing paying guest accommodation in Bangalore with exquisite room facilities.

Ladies PG has chain of quality paying guest accommodations and around Koramangala, BTM layout, Christ College, Bangalore. Our Lades PG in Bangalore is located opposite to Christ College and also a prime place for all the IT companies like Accenture, Cognizant, TCS, Wipro, HCL, 3i-Indian Info Tech, PayPal, Infosys, Polaris, Tidel Park, RMZ Millennium Business Park, SP Info City, Vestas, Buro, ASV Suntech Park.

Ladies PG situated nearby, Forum mall, Btm layout, Koramangala, Christ College, Silk Board, Dairy Circle, Jyothi Nivas College, Udupi Garden, NIMHANS.

Each room is equipped with amenities like Wi-fi internet connection, split a/c, color TV with Tata sky connection, Fridge, fully automatic washing machine, Iron box, exercise bike for fitness, fire extinguishers and first aid box. Morning tea/coffee is provided along with daily News paper.

Om Sai Balaji Ladies Pg provides healthy and homely food prepared from fresh products. We prepare separate North Indian and South Indian menu. House keeping is excellent in our Ladies PG in Bangalore. We have good testimonials from many of our students. For transport, 5mins walk from the paying guest accommodation to the main road, frequent share autos, A/C buses, cab points.

We provide breakfast, lunch, Dinner for IT Peoples as on Monthly basis. (North Indian & south Indian food)

We hope that you will enjoy the stay in Om Sai Balaji Ladies PG                  

North Indian

Breakfast:

 Aloo parotta, methi chappathi, channa bhatura, poori masala, egg/veg noodles, boiled eggs, maida parotta, onion dosa Dinner

 Roti, rice, rajma, dhal (moong dhal, redgram dhal, red channa, white channa, green peas, green dhal), panner mutter masala, aloo masala, bindi masala, curd.  South Indian

Breakfast

Idly, Dosa, Poori, Pongal, Chapathi Kurma, Upma, Leamon Rice, noodles Dinner

Rice, drumstick sambar, butter milk, rasam, All vegetable curries.

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Om Sai Balaji Ladies PG in Bangalore is an excellent area located in south-eastern Bangalore. It is the gateway to Electronic City & ITPL which are the major Information Technology hubs in Bangalore. Bangalore is a very posh locality with good wide roads & all the other required facilities like shopping complexes, multiplexes, restaurants, etc. Ladies PG in Bangalore is secured as the entire paying guest in Bangalore having security guards and personal things getting stolen is not a problem. Women’s PG accommodation in Bangalore provides non-veg as well veg meals. Usually non-veg food of good quality is provided twice or thrice in a week.

Om Sai Balaji ladies PG available areas in Bangalore like NIMHANS , Jyothi Nivas College, Koramangala, BTM Layout, Near Forum Mall, Christ University, Dairy Circle, Accenture, Silk Board, Udupi Garden. Ladies PG near Nimhans, Bangalore is provide for all type of sharing rooms, as well as individual/single rooms are available with attached bathrooms. Women’s PG accommodation near Nimhans, Bangalore plays a vital role as they come with all the required amenities like washing machines, internet connections, ironing, refrigerator, LED TV, power backup, geyser ,etc.

Om Sai Balaji Ladies PG near Jyothi Nivas College rules & regulations:

If anybody wants to vacate the PG, They should inform 15 days before. Otherwise 1 month rent to be paid

Rent should be paid on or before 5th of every calendar month.

Once paid the rent & advance cannot be returned back or transferred.

Outside people not allowed without permission.

Guest Accommodation with food Rs.250/- per day.

Maintenance charges Rs. 700/- (While vacating PG).

Management is not responsible for your belongings like gold, credit card/debit card, mobiles, laptops and cash, etc.

Please make sure that all the lights, fans & geysers are switched off before you leave the room.

Smoking and Liquor not allowed inside the PG.

Contact details of Om Sai Balaji Ladies PG:

Mobile: 9620778776 | 9591142423

Address: No - 110/96, 3rd Cross, 3rd Main Road Near Christ College, Bangalore - 560029

Services: PG Paying Guest Accommodation.

Location Area: Bangalore.

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Welcome to The Om Sai Balaji Ladies PG a place to relax and good environment after a hard day at work. Located near Christ College, Bangalore. A major technology township, Om Sai Balaji Ladies PG at Bangalore. Our PG very near and easily to reach Koramangala, BTM Layout, Silk Board and Dairy Circle. Christ University, Accenture, Jyothi Nivas College and too many other IT companies, Colleges and Malls available in this location.

Om Sai Balaji Ladies PG in Bangalore, is situated in prime location of Bangalore in Koramangala. It is one of the best pleasant and peaceful area for the ladies. Om Sai Balaji PG to provide best management service by checking every day the food, Cleaning, Security, and other maintenance work. As we are surrounded by commercial market area therefore we say it is best hostel for womens who are studying or working in near Koramangala, in Bangalore.

The below said are our PG features which to compare it from other ladies PG and hostels of dairy circle near koramangala in Bangalore of Karnataka. Kindly feel free to contact our Om Sai Balaji Ladies PG for comfort and high security contact: 9620778776 | 9591142423

Our Facilities:

·         Our PG Provides 1,2,3,4 sharing.

·         All Rooms will be provided with a Cot, Bed, pillow, Geyser and TV.  These rooms will also have an attached bathroom.

·         We provide North and south food like Veg and Non-Veg hygienic food will be served for breakfast, lunch and dinner which included evening snacks and coffee.

·         24 Hrs Water Supply.

·         Free! Wi-Fi is available in the entire hostel and is free of charge 24*7.

·         Well Ventilated, Airy and Marble Flooring room.

·         Purified cold Drinking Water.

·         Individual Locker with Key.

·         Common Washing Machine and Refrigerator.

·         Highly Security with CCTV.

·         Attached Bath Room with latest Western Fittings with cold and hot water.

·         Television in every room and dining.

·         Female guests and Parents are allowed to stay at reasonable fee.

·         Daily Housekeeping.

·         Two Wheelers Parking.

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Looking for a Paying Guest accommodation for ladies in Bangalore? If yes, your quest ends here. Om Sai Balaji Ladies PG in Bangalore is the answer!

Om Sai Balaji Ladies PG near Dairy Circle is a modern, comfortable and affordable PG for girls and working women with all amenities available for immediate occupation in a prime locality near Christ College. It provides all type of sharing Rooms like one sharing, two sharing, three sharing, four sharing & five sharing.

Each room with attached bathrooms with western toilets, 24 Hrs hot & cold water. Om Sai Balaji Ladies PG near Christ University Provided with Box type beds with Kurlon mattress, and wardrobes with locks. Daily house keeping, security, 2 wheeler parking, TV in all rooms with cable connection, Wi-Fi unlimited internet, Breakfast/Lunch/Dinner available, Washing Machines, Aqua guard drinking water, Easy access to bus stops Just 1min walk. With Excellent feedback from girls presently staying, available for working women, students, professionals (women's only). Includes Electricity, Water Bills, Cable TV charges and Internet connection. Centrally located near supermarkets, restaurants &shopping malls, Easy access to public transport.

Om Sai Balaji Ladies PG near NIMHANS facility is situated in a peaceful area surrounded by a variety of supermarkets, beauty parlous, restaurants and hospitals and provides secure living for women. Luxurious rooms with numerous facilities make the inmates feel comfortable as living in their own homes. Our hallmark is a well laid security system and well groomed lawns to enjoy the pretty and cool atmosphere.

PROXIMITY: Om Sai Balaji Ladies PG available areas like Near BTM Layout, Forum Mall, Christ University, Dairy Circle, Accenture, Jyothi Nivas College, Silk Board, Udupi Garden and NIMHANS.

Facilities:

  Power backup UPS System

  Box type beds with Kurlon mattress (single level)

  Aquaguard drinking water

  24 hrs hot & cold water

  Cable TV connection in all rooms.

  Laundry services available

  24 hrs Security  

  Unlimited Broad band Internet Access (no extra charges)

  Washing machines (no extra charges)

  Daily house keeping

Location: No - 110/96, 3rd Cross, 3rd Main Road, Near Christ College, Bangalore – 560029  Mobile: 9620778776 | 9591142423

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What is So Special in Our Ladies PG in Bangalore

Om Sai Balaji Ladies PG in Bangalore is the best hostel for students and working ladies. It is known for the versatility of food and food preferences of every individual girls living in our PG. We are keen in taking care of their daily needs and their requirements like lunch box, varieties of food etc. Which includes North Indian, South Indian, Bengali, Chinese food. We also serve Non-Veg and Vegetarian Food separately. We serve unlimited food and we serve non-veg twice a week, followed by sweet on Sunday. We celebrate all festivals together with special menu on the list.

 Om Sai Balaji Ladies Pg is one of the luxury pg in Bangalore with all facilities. Our PG is fully furnished and has well maintained spacious rooms with big windows for ventilation and natural lighting. In om sai balaji ladies PG we provide WiFi, TV, Geyser, house Keeping, 24/7 Security (CCTV), Refrigerator, water purifier, washing machine and 24/7 Customer Support on call. We provide personal lockers for every individual for the safety of their valuables. If you are worrying about the power cut in Bangalore, then you can be relaxed to join our PG with power backup for entire building.

 Ladies PG in Bangalore is best paying guest for women’s because of its huge demand. Ladies from different locations of India visit Bangalore for further studies and Job Career. We are based in Koramangala and we have our Ladies Pg in Bangalore in Koramangala, BTM Layout, near Forum Mall, Christ University, Dairy Circle, Accenture, Jyothi Nivas College, Silk Board, Udupi Garden, NIMHANS.

 Cleanliness is our utmost concern. Our house keeping team will clean the entire premises twice a day. We use high quality floor cleaners, toilet cleaners to keep good odor and fight against any kind of bugs. We are bed bug free PG, with all the pest control work done.

 If you are looking for ladies PG In Bangalore? Om Sai Balaji is the right choice.

How to reach us?

www.ladiespgbangalore.com

Address:No - 110/96, 3rd Cross, 3rd Main Road,Near Christ College, Bangalore – 560029

Call us on: 9620778776, 9591142423