Quotes From "Fighting Mad" By Kathy Bryson

I heard ‘naked’ and ‘full of hot air.’ I try not to let that be my first impression of anyone. Kathy Bryson

I am always a perfect gentleman. If you ever want me to not be a perfect gentlemen, you’ll have to ask and not be crying when you do. Kathy Bryson

You are never to drive like that, ” I told them. “Even if you are ever wealthy enough to own a Jaguar. Kathy Bryson

How would we get corporate sponsorship if we were just a bunch of thugs? Kathy Bryson

I love the man, ” Megan said as she took a seat, “but honestly he needs to learn when not to agree with me. Kathy Bryson

That’s the problem! She doesn’t say anything. She just stares at me like she’s hypnotized, like she thinks I’m a god, but then she runs off squeaking if I try to talk to her.”“ I don’t squeak, ” I protested. “Maybe she’s not looking at you like you’re a god. Maybe she thinks you’re more of a freak, ” Fergus mused.“ I’m not a freak.” Murphy jerked his head as if dodging a fly or tossing his hair. “It’s definitely a ‘you’re a god’ look. She practically drools. Kathy Bryson

I’m an ass, ” the voice on the phone said. “A complete and total ass. Kathy Bryson

It was a sign of how worried and confused I was that I wasn’t completely distracted by the sight of his powerful thighs flexed in front of me. Kathy Bryson

Leprechauns are not twee beings dreamed up by the tourist board, but warriors of legend. That name comes from the Celtic god of commerce and war, Lugh. Their mission, their life’s work, is to protect the gold. What better way to hide it than to become a joke, a story nobody takes seriously? Kathy Bryson

Jinx, I know you just lost your grandfather, but you straighten out your tone right now or I will smack you one! Kathy Bryson

Ah, that’s just sean nós singing and dancing. Something to do around the pub of an evening. Kathy Bryson

Don’t know what I’m talking about? Don’t know what I’m talking about! ” My shout hit notes that normally only Wagnerian sopranos can reach. “You think you’re a freaking leprechaun, but I don’t know what I’m talking about? Kathy Bryson

No, really, ” she said. “We get it. Sometimes the guy just makes you crazy, even if you do love him. Kathy Bryson

You could have agreed to disagree, ” Megan argued. “Then you could kiss and make up. That could be fun. Kathy Bryson

A country road, a gravel road, is a sign of civilization, sure, but it’s just a farm, an easy conquest. Iron means a stronghold, people who can defend what’s theirs. Kathy Bryson

You can’t have it both ways. Either I’m Irish and can talk, or I’m a man and I can’t. Kathy Bryson

Mr. Jennings is the one who trapped the fairies here to begin with. If they’re back and wandering around, if they’re loose, then, well, it’s not good. Kathy Bryson

That’s not Eire. Everyone always thinks that, but we’re not shamrocks and wee men. You should know the difference. Kathy Bryson

Murphy didn’t appear to notice my chagrin, but instead pulled up the hem of his long-sleeved tee to wipe at his face. Since he flashed his sculpted abdominals right at me, I grew hot and flushed. I mean, you could see every dip and curve, including the ones on either hip that made a V to lead the eye to the fly of his jeans. Kathy Bryson

Everyone helping out was supposed to make me feel better, but it actually made me feel more like a screw up. Kathy Bryson

The older lady smiled a friendly welcome that rivaled her preserves for sweet appeal. She could have been someone’s grandmother complete with close-cropped white hair if she wasn’t wearing a worn Grateful Dead T-shirt over a long-sleeved thermal. The 1987 Summer Tour. Kathy Bryson

Now, where had I heard drinking and brawling before? Oh right, Ashley’s father. Well, I wasn’t doing that again. Kathy Bryson

That was one tiny trailer when both girls wanted to watch TV or use the computer or the bathroom at the same time. Kathy Bryson

It was easy to imagine he’d just rolled out of bed and then it was easy to imagine him in bed and I wasn’t going there. Kathy Bryson

Ours was not one of those nice, quaintly old-fashioned mobile homes that senior citizens putter around in. We lived in the beat-up tin can of clichéd poverty. Kathy Bryson

Take some advice from an old farmer. You’re in business now. Take the money. You’d be amazed at how many don’t want to pay. Kathy Bryson

I realized that I sat in an empty bar in filthy, wet clothes with a drippy nose, probably red-rimmed eyes, and the most I could say I’d accomplished was that I was now congested. Oh, and one of the handsomest, nicest men I’d ever met cradled my face in warm, caressing hands with soft, sympathy in his brown eyes. Kathy Bryson