Roast Quotes

“Ever since my famous battle with Python, I've had a phobia of scaly reptilian creatures. (Especially if you include my stepmother, Hera. BOOM!)”
― Rick Riordan, The Dark Prophecy

“Madoc seemed like the sort to roast him over a fire, consume his flesh, and call it love. By then, I had become familiar with love of that kind.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“Fame has taken the place of religion in the 21st century. The Beyoncés and the Brangelinas of our world filling the void left by the gods and heroes of antiquity. But like most cliches, there's an element of truth to it. And the gods of old were merciless. For every Theseus who slays the Minotaur and returns home in triumph, there's an Ariadne abandoned on the isles of Naxos. There's an Aegeus, casting himself into the ocean at the sight of a black sail...In another life, I like to think that Luc O'Donnell and I might've worked out. In the short time I knew him, I saw a man with an endless potential trapped in a maze he couldn't even name. And from time to time, I think how many tens of thousands like him there must be in the world. Insignificant on a planet of billions, but a staggering number when considered as a whole. All stumbling about, blinded by reflected glory, never knowing where to step, or what to trust. Blessed and cursed by the Midas touch of our digital era divinity.”
― Alexis Hall, Boyfriend Material

“Whenever I have nothing better to do, I roast a chicken.”
― Jeffrey Steingarten, It Must've Been Something I Ate: The Return of the Man Who Ate Everything

“(after Quigley deduces Duane is undead, and says he must not be a legitimate human.)
Duane: "Legitimate?!" Plat, shall I legitimately drop you from another cliff?!”
― Ashley Cope, Unsounded - Volume 2: The Perils of Civilisation

“I was trying to check my email.” I swallow. “Get in touch with friends.”

“You don’t have friends, Misery.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride

“On Love - Love without trust is the love you give a dog. You may call that cute little mutt a member of the family but you don't let him in the kitchen when there's a roast on the table.”
― Marsha Hinds

“He turned on hearing a noise, and perceiving me, shrieked loudly, and quitting the hut, ran across the fields with a speed of which his debilitated form hardly appeared capable.”
― Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Frankenstein: The 1818 Text

“ I boiled potatoes until they were hot and fluffy...
... and then kneaded in diced mushrooms, which are fibrous and soak up fat easily.
Then I wrapped the whole mixture up in thick-cut bacon and set it to roast!
The heat caused the fat to render out of the bacon, leaving its crispy and crunchy...
... while the potatoes soaked up every last drop of the savory pork fat!
Crispy on the outside...
... juicy on the inside.
Together they create a savory and sensual taste experience! ”
― Yuto Tsukuda, Food Wars!: Shokugeki no Soma, Vol. 1

“Breakfast, Noah muttered.
Greasy and disgusting, said Matt.
You don't want to eat it?
I wasn't talking about breakfast. I was talking about you.”
― Anthony Horowitz, Raven's Gate

“Go get sandblasted in the urethra.”
― Ashe Ulrich

“How typical that is, you proud and self-absorbed creature! This is indeed the man who enjoys taking an axe to the self-esteem of others, but cries out when a needle touches his own.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“Pompey contented himself with repulsing the attack and made no attempt to assault Caesar's line. This was widely felt to have been a mistake... and Caesar declared that the enemy 'would have won today, if only they were commanded by a winner.”
― Adrian Goldsworthy, Caesar: Life of a Colossus

“My two worlds were colliding and the friction of this set fire to my life. It was time to roast some wieners.”
― Vicki Perry, The Chat Room

“My mother had just finished kneading a large mass of pasta dough and was patting it into a nice round ball before putting it aside to rest. That meant ravioli. We always began Sunday dinner with either ravioli or lasagne. The homemade pasta meant ravioli, because we buy the large sheets of dough for lasagne from Constantino's. Sitting on the stove, waiting for the oven to get up to temperature, was a roasting pan holding a large pork roast studded with garlic, glistening with olive oil, and surrounded by rosemary sprigs.”
― Nancy Verde Barr, Last Bite

“Such, nearly, was the state of the French theatre before the appearance of Voltaire. His knowledge of the Greeks was very limited, although he now and then spoke of them with enthusiasm, in order, on other occasions, to rank them below the more modern masters of his own nation, including himself still, he always felt himself bound to preach up the grand severity and simplicity of the Greeks as essential to Tragedy. He censured the deviations of his predecessors therefrom as mistakes, and insisted on purifying and at the same time enlarging the stage, as, in his opinion, from the constraint of court manners, it had been almost straitened to the dimensions of an antechamber. He at first spoke of Shakspeare's bursts of genius, and borrowed many things from this poet, at that time altogether unknown to his countrymen; he insisted, too, on greater depth in the delineation of passion—on a stronger theatrical effect; he called for a scene more majestically ornamented; and, lastly, he frequently endeavoured to give to his pieces a political or philosophical interest altogether foreign to poetry. His labours hare unquestionably been of utility to the French stage, although in language and versification (which in the classification of dramatic excellences ought only to hold a secondary place, though in France they alone almost decide the fate of a piece), he is, by most critics, considered inferior to his predecessors, or at least to Racine. It is now the fashion to attack this idol of a bygone generation on every point, and with the most unrelenting and partial hostility. His innovations on the stage are therefore cried down as so many literary heresies, even by watchmen of the critical Zion, who seem to think that the age of Louis XIV. has left nothing for all succeeding time, to the end of the world, but a passive admiration of its perfections, without a presumptuous thought of making improvements of its own. For authority is avowed with so little disguise as the first principle of the French critics, that this expression of literary heresy is quite current with them.”
― August Wilhelm Schlegel, Lectures on Dramatic Art and Literature

“You knew he was here?” I said.

“Sure,” Matthias said. “One of the times I checked on you during the night, he was in your bed. Thought it was Ayden at first, but who am I to judge? Except for their poor choice in women.”
― A. Kirk, Demons in Disguise

“Still, education is what foundationally supports philosophy, so I will focus my attention on educational aspects that I think should be promoted----this includes helping students learn the logic behind why something is true, use things that have been memorized to apply them in tasks involving critical thinking or real-world problem-solving, improve modeling skills, explain why skills are important to learn, instead of forcing people to remember them, and---”

“Please, stop it, Martha.”

“Wait--what?”

“Luke 10:41.”

I looked for my One Year Bible, searching for Luke 10:41, which said, “But the Lord said to her, ‘My dear Martha, you are worried and upset over all these DETAILS.’” (The emphasis on “all these details” was Dad’s, not mine.)”
― Lucy Carter, The Reformation

“Why are you so set on it being Caitriona?" Neve asked.
"Why are you so certain it's not?" I countered. "I don't understand why you're defending her when she treated you so horribly."
"Why not?" Neve asked absently as she returned to her book. "I still defend you to the others.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Silver in the Bone