Jacket Quotes

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Maggie Stiefvater
“He was dead before. He knew it, didn't you see it in his eyes? My jacket."
"Your jacket?" I say, with enough force that my shaky voice makes Corr start. "How about 'my jacket, please.' "
Sean Kendrick looks at me, perplexed, and I can see he hasn't a clue of why I'm upset with him. Why I'm upset at all. I can't stop shaking, as if I've taken all of Corr's trembling and made it my own.
"That's what I said," he says after a pause.
"No, it's not."
"What did I say?"
"You said my jacket."
Sean looks a little bewildered now. "That's what I said I said.”
Maggie Stiefvater, The Scorpio Races

Cassandra Clare
“I'm warning you, that jacket is sexy. The Institute could go up in sexy, sexy flames.”
Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

Cassandra Clare
“My favorite jacket is an emergency item. Much like myself, it is both snuggly and fashionable.”
Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

Noor Al-Shanti
“and the uniform jacket he wore was so tattered and dirty that there could only be one reason he still had it. It must mean something to him, hold some particular importance.”
Noor Al-Shanti, Children of the Dead City

Heather Fawcett
“Somehow, one of the women found time to knit a jacket for Shadow which, combined with the other gifts, left me unaccountable flustered---given my companion's size, it would have taken her hours. Bambleby and I entertained ourselves at the cottage by coaxing a recalcitrant Shadow into his new raiment, which was patterned with flowers and equipped with a jaunty hood. The dog hung his head in abject embarrassment until his tormentors deigned to relieve him of this woolen pillory, and he spent the next hour pointedly ignoring me.”
Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“At [New York Leather Company][1], we know that when you’re looking for a leather jacket, you want to make sure it’s going to last. That’s why we use only the best materials and craftsmanship to ensure that you get a coat that not only looks good but also lasts for years.

But we understand that you don’t need to be wearing your [leather jacket][2] all year round—you need options! That’s why we offer premium quality fabrics too, from cotton to fleece. We have them all.”
New York Leather Company

“Jack kept track of the triplets while she slipped on his jacket. It was large, roomy, and scented with his maleness. All earthy and musk. The bottom leather edge fell mid-thigh and, once zipped, held down her polka dots. His body warmth embraced her, chasing away the chill and further indignity. Grateful, she smiled and mouthed, Thank you.
He spoke low. "We've denied the wind the big reveal."
We, as in he and she. Together.
A lusty gust pressed his gray cotton T-shirt to his chest. Etching his firm pecs and six-pack. The man was built. "You won't get cold?" she asked.
"I've plenty of heat, Peep."
That he did. She was feeling overheated herself. Not only from the jacket but from his nearness.”
Kate Angell, The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie

Mervyn Peake
“His long jacket, so black in the semi-darkness, had about it, in the sunlight, a greenish tinge that suggested decay.”
Mervyn Peake, Boy in Darkness