A Quote by Robert Crais

Pike put down the cat. He slid from Pike's arms like molasses and puddled at his feet. — © Robert Crais
Pike put down the cat. He slid from Pike's arms like molasses and puddled at his feet.
A Pike, in the California dialect, is a native of Missouri, Arkansas, Northern Texas, or Southern Illinois. The first emigrants that came over the plains were from Pike County, Missouri; but as the phrase, 'a Pike County man,' was altogether too long for this short life of ours, it was soon abbreviated into 'a Pike.'
I think like the species I am studying, whatever it is. If I am watching a lizard, I become the lizard. Gazing ath the water at a pike, I become the pike.
The enticing allure of Nashville is that there is always something new coming down the pike. Put this record on and you’ll hear footsteps.
The Swiss Ball Pike is a total-body exercise that is especially great for your core, arms, and lower back.
Death had his grudge against me, and he got up in the way, like an armed robber, with a pike in his hand.
I look forward to every script that comes down the pike.
I've always wanted to be the biggest real estate man to come down the pike.
Bray Wyatt is one of the most captivating characters to come down the pike in ages.
I like doing the mainstream, right-down-the-pike broad comedies as much as I like doing the kind of unorthodox different stuff.
Do I have a long-term plan? Kind of. I have a general direction, I think. But it's funny what comes down the pike.
There was movement along the fringe of Chauncey's vision, and he snapped his head to the left. At first glance what appeared to be a large angel topping a nearby monument rose to full height. Neither stone nor marble, the boy had arms and legs. His torso was naked, his feet were bare, and peasant trousers hung low on his waist. He hopped down from the monument, the ends of his hair dripping rain. It slid down his face, which was dark as a Spaniard's.
I really like Rosamund Pike very much.
When you look at me that way, I feel so beautiful." "You are beautiful." He signed deep in his chest. His hands slid up and down her arms, caressing her roughly. "So damned beautiful." "So are you." She put a hand to his bare chest, tracing the defined ridges of his musculature. "Like a diamond. Hard and gleaming, and cut with all these exquisite facets. Inside...pure, brilliant fire.
History has to judge every man who served. I don't know how they're going to treat me. I may be the worst S.O.B. that ever came down the pike. But I won't lose any sleep over it. I just like to be remembered as an honest person who tried.
Plain as a pike-staff.
Freedom for the pike is death for the minnow.
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