Much Sentence Examples
How much did you pay for it?
How much is it, Dad?
Thank you so much for helping, Jonathan.
A good book would sometimes cost as much as a good house.
Had they argued that much at his father's house?
He could not hold out much longer.
The boy felt very much ashamed.
I don't have much time.
Surely he must know that spending so much time with her might prove uncomfortable later.
But I would like very much a blue hair-ribbon.
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I know I'm not much account; but I'm the only horse in all the Land of Oz, so they treat me with great respect.
The biggest thing you two have against each other is that you're so much alike.
I would have so much to look at!
He won't eat much.
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I was sorely perplexed, and felt discouraged wasting much precious time, especially in algebra.
Every day there is much work to be done.
They were having so much fun that even Alondra broke down and joined them.
For a moment he gazed down at her, his expression much like the trapped fox in the hen house.
AdvertisementI'm having too much fun.
There were a half dozen messages from both Julie and Howie from California but in view of our frenzied day, decided to let them simmer until after a much relished glass or two of wine and Molly's carefully grilled hot dogs and cheese bread.
We don't have much time; we better go shopping for baby clothes.
How much did Dad pay you?
He really wasn't too much bigger than a cat, not when compared to an adult.
AdvertisementAnd no one is concerned or even notices much, because your association with that data is so removed from you.
Give many kisses to little sister and much love to all.
While I hadn't given Quinn and Howie enough time to accomplish much, I called them anyway.
He didn't get that much of a head start.
I don't remember much about the parents except they didn't like me.
Don't get me wrong; I'm not condoning what we did but there were others who were much worse; sicko guys who really hurt their victims; sometimes killed them.
It's so much more effective than rope, or wire, or chains.
While we'd both been witness scores of times, neither of us had paid much attention.
You need to rest tonight, sleep as much as you can.
He hadn't paid much attention to any woman in many, many years, but couldn't help thinking her one of the most attractive he'd ever met.
I've heard so much about you.
And this is how I know you're not taking care of yourself as much as you should be.
We don't have much time!
I don't interact with people much.
As I've already said, I believe we will be experiencing so much prosperity in the not-too-distant future that no one will have to work.
There will be so much wealth that a minimum income will be guaranteed to everyone.
Betty-Boop or whatever your name is, if you tarry much longer I may be forced to introduce myself, though taking you, at least at this time, would cause a mild alteration to my carefully formulated plans.
As a kid I was afraid of the dark and now that I'm all grown up, I don't much like being kept in the dark either.
He doesn't want to give up but he's afraid to even touch the equipment much less pack it up.
He was much more cordial now that he was immersed in what amounted to a major man hunt.
John Luke Grasso, his name was so much bile on my tongue I gagged to keep it down.
It was as much as I could hope for given the circumstances.
It's so much cooler than, like, walking somewhere.
You could try a little more not to scare me so much.
I don't remember much, though.
Boss, you had so much malware I don't know how you got anything done.
He felt sick to his stomach and wondered how Bianca had become so much a part of him in so little time.
I've said too much.
She shuddered to her core at the evil peering through his gaze, feeling very much like the devil was offering her a deal without telling her the price.
He replaced his weapons and washed his face, feeling very much like this was to be his last day alive.
He strode toward the end of the alley, wanting out of the rain as much as he wanted to talk to the intriguing woman over his shoulder.
The way he and Jule had talked to each other, like long-lost enemies, reminded her she didn't know much about her father.
The guardsman struck with nonchalance that told Jule just how much he was being underestimated.
Jule was so much bigger than her father.
They had so much success with so little.
I've missed you so much.
Now it truly mattered how much money he had.
Much as she was tempted to punish him, Bordeaux wasn't guilty of what Davis thought.
If she confirmed that Cade was unresponsive she would be as much as endorsing an ugly rumor.
She seems to have so much animosity toward you.
How much lower could she sink?
Too much time has passed.
She's such a little fraidy cat but I shan't be able to keep her much longer.
He left the wallet with the body so no one knew the card and papers even existed, much less were stolen.
As she'd never even visited an airport much less flown, frequent traveler Betsy carefully told her the dos and don'ts while she printed her boarding pass.
I don't know what I mean except I can't stop dreaming of little children, all hurt and bleeding and I don't want to see them because it hurts too much, but I can't block them out!
Unlike me, Betsy was very familiar with the house having spent much time with Martha and Claire.
So you haven't done much?
After a pause, Irv asked how much?
Naw. I just wanted to know how much I left on the table.
We have to question Julie about exactly how much detail she put in her entry.
It would make some people feel much safer.
It's a relief the monster wasn't responsible for Vermont but I'd feel much better if I knew he didn't break into Julie's place.
The town is delightful; much nicer than a mythical Idaho location they'd like me to believe.
I didn't manage to say much before I heard the sound of breaking glass.
I felt a sickness in my stomach at the news, in spite of having surmised as much.
This business about Annie is killing me so much I can't think straight.
By the time we'd finished our meal, with a piece of cake, there wasn't much time before the service was to begin and the pastor excused himself to prepare.
I didn't much like it.
Even if they did, I can't see them telling him very much.
The hospital was much more extensive than I expected.
And poor, sweet Molly, dropped to the ground, like so much garbage.
We never had much luck going back to a specific time that long ago.
A dog-walking elderly gentleman swore he sighted the much publicized blue van and the search swung to that area.
He preferred his life much simpler than it already was.
Dusty gazed at him, sensing how much he loved his sister and how hurt he was by his own actions.
He disappeared much as Darian did.
She didn't expect it to bother her as much as it did.
I don't remember much of my time before coming to this world, except I was expelled.
I don't cry that much.
As much as Dean wanted to press his guest on the possibility that the bones were those of her father, he realized such a question was tasteless and inappropriate.
They soon mixed a tub of oatmeal with a little water, and Jim ate it with much relish.
He went far out of his way and lost much time, all on account of his surliness.
Their faces were browned by the sun; their hands were hard and gnarly; their backs were bent by much heavy lifting; their clothing was in tatters.
Over time, Amazon has achieved such scale and thus has collected so much data that their suggestions are really useful.
Everyone knows water evaporates, rises, then falls to the earth as rain—but no one can even guess how much energy could be captured from this if we only knew how.
One person with a horse and a cotton gin could process as much as fifty people without the gin.
How much would you pay for that pan today?
In the future, the price of some things won't go down as much, if at all.
A poor person with a six-year-old car today has more wealth than a poor person with a six-year-old car did back in 1911, for the simple reason that cars are so much better now.
Then, as a nation grows wealthier, tax rates could fall in terms of percentages because the nation is making so much more money.
The tax rate is actually much higher.
So, how much in taxes would you be willing to pay?
I enjoy those freedoms much like an interest payment or dividend, and I call it "my right" to free speech.
All it takes is so much wealth that it is self-sustaining—that the productivity of that wealth can support everyone.
However much value the labor can add to the thing is the amount of wage the person can earn.
But before the twentieth century, this was not the case and actual famines were much more common.
It is fascinating reading to this day because the things he notes about the American character are still very much with us.
Much change was due to the efforts of William Jennings Bryan, who received the Democratic Party nomination for president three times, in 1896, 1900, and 1908.
And that is paying full retail prices in an air-conditioned Western supermarket; by the ton, this food costs much less.
To me, this makes the problem of hunger that much sadder in the present—to realize that the planet has enough food, just not enough generosity.
All he could do was cross strains of wheat, much in the same fashion as Gregor Mendel did in the 1800s.
Pretty much just goofing off.
We stick a bunch of seeds in the ground and then treat a thousand acres of corn pretty much as a single unit.
How much more should we be able to with the Internet, computers, and other technology?
First, the technology can be abused and used irresponsibly, like pretty much every other technology in the world.
Since rice is relied upon by so much of the world's poor, efforts here really can save lives.
In much of Europe, because of deep fear and suspicion of GMO crops, their importation is forbidden.
As noted previously, in the future much of what you do will leave a Digital Echo, a record of its occurrence, down to the very minutia of your life.
This same technology will allow farming to be much, much more efficient.
Rights do not mean much, he reasoned, to those with an "empty stomach, shirtless back, roofless dwellings ... unemployment and poverty, no education or medical attention."
Before his death, Pol Pot conceded that his regime certainly killed people, but ''to say that millions died is too much.''
In this way, you are processing aurally, which is much slower but more focused than silent reading.
In one case, the technology, writing, probably resulted in our memories getting worse, but we gained much more than we lost.
You ransack your budget of historic facts much as you would hunt for a bit of silk in a rag-bag.
I am afraid I find fault with the poem as much as I enjoy it.
Though nothing of the kind had happened to her she was regarded in that light, and had even herself come to believe that she had suffered much in life.
At Smolensk the armies at last reunited, much as Bagration disliked it.
Unconsciously imitating her father, she now tried to express herself as he did, as much as possible by signs, and her tongue too seemed to move with difficulty.
It seemed that no horses could be had even for the carriages, much less for the carting.
Yes, 'I shall look forward very much to your return.'
We can only do so much.
This new baby... it will not be too much?
Maybe that was what Felipa was talking about - that she fussed over him too much.
And he loves you this much?
The boxes were heavy, so carrying two of them was too much weight to handle.
Why do you want to cover yourself so much?
At the moment he looked so much like Alex.
I never knew there was so much.
You deserved it... and much more.
It won't make any difference to you whether they are adopted or biological - not in how much you love them or how you treat them.
He had enough alcohol in his veins to believe he could drive, and too much pride to leave the party in the passenger seat.
It would have been humiliating if anyone had noticed, but no one seemed to pay much attention – probably because so many others were also drinking.
That car didn't look like much even when it was clean, but it was reliable.
The antidepressants didn't help that much, but maybe they were responsible for the fact that she had not lost control yet.
I don't eat much – or go any place.
No, I... it's just that I've imposed on you so much already.
As he had pointed out, it wasn't as if she had much of a choice.
Sarah's gentle voice was so much like the mother she lost.
By now she was so turned around that she couldn't have found her way to the ATV, much less the road.
Much as she liked Sarah, the idea of Giddon's displeasure would prohibit any such intent.
He hadn't thought about a sitter before now, or hadn't thought about how much he would pay?
Sarah's tone had an anxious quality, and Giddon's expression was much too stern for the situation.
So much for helping her with the dishes.
See how much better this is than walking?
Of course, most of the boys she dated were much younger than Yancey.
I didn't realize how much I needed to get out.
Six years isn't much difference, especially five years from now.
He hasn't had much luck yet.
It wasn't the kiss that bothered her so much.
How much had Sarah heard?
She had that much time alone.
I can just imagine how much of that Howard would want to know.
As much evidence as there was to the contrary, she couldn't believe Yancey was involved in drugs.
They never bothered me that much.
How much had he heard?
Not that there was much likelihood.
Is it the danger you like so much?
No wonder Len knew so much about what was going on.
What are the odds that she'd ever meet him, much less marry him?
Each case I handle gives me that much more experience.
What about that intern who's been calling you so much lately?
Dad thinks it's a real coo, but Mom doesn't much care for the idea.
Not that he'd been out much lately.
It was beautiful in winter, but it would be much more so when the trees gained color.
Well, any mother-in-law who isn't willing to baby-sit her own grandchildren isn't much of a grandmother.
Much as she hated to admit it, they tasted good.
I guess sometimes a man doesn't show much appreciation for what he has.
Brandon was fortunate to have been raised by two people who cared as much about each other as they cared for him.
The breakfast atmosphere was much better than supper.
Brandon should have told them, and when they finally made it to the barn, she said as much.
The smoke proved to be too much for Adrienne and two other girls, so they decided to walk each other home.
No, she was reading too much into an innocent good night kiss.
Why hadn't they noticed it was getting so much colder?
Brandon didn't act much different at the apartment, but he always seemed to end up in the chair beside her at the table.
Obviously, she hadn't been doing much thinking at all.
The news out and the engagement ring twinkling on her finger, it was hard for Adrienne to keep her mind on her studies - and Brandon wasn't helping much.
When you went up to visit his parents, how much time did you spend with them, and how much time did you spend on the ranch?
Julia rarely had much to say about anything lately.
Between finals and her job at the hospital, Adrienne rarely had time to think about it much, though.
It wasn't her fault they hadn't seen much of each other lately.
Country kids need a good nurse as much as a city kid, you know.
She wasn't much fun lately.
Even at a distance it was obvious that the man was much taller and he rode with a proud kind of grace that her father never possessed.
The day was getting hot and it took too much energy to argue.
That much she knew from a conversation she had overheard between two men in Ashley.
Much as she enjoyed watching them eat crow for desert, she knew their shame would be forgotten by suppertime.
Of course, we still had Old Charlie, but he wasn't much account.
Does it hurt much?
Under other circumstances, she might have enjoyed having the upper hand, but right now she didn't feel much like playing games.
It isn't much, but...
He wasn't impervious to harm, much as he might think so.
It would take all night to bury that much stuff.
They packed as much as they could on six mules and left the other six for riding.
If Pete had that much faith in Bordeaux, he had good reason.
It took too much effort to look up at the sun to measure time.
As much as she would like to have offered to walk while he rode, she knew they would cover ground faster if she rode and he walked.
She kept a keen eye out for the same kind of weed and was surprised at how much they found.
Until now, there hadn't been much time.
Or are you having too much fun?
The water wasn't much more than a drip and it took us a long time to fill the canteens.
She wanted to tell him how much he was like her father.
I wouldn't worry too much about that sort of thing.
She hadn't been given that much consideration.
I wouldn't sell the ranch after you put so much money into it.
I know how much she hated it there.
She had spent too much time hating him to do that all in one day, though.
He wasn't much for conversation.
I'm not much of a social person I guess.
It's an heirloom of sorts; a big old house - too much for me to take care of and work the ranch as well.
I don't know much about him.
You haven't missed much.
He comes in now and then to get things, but don't talk much.
Even so, I don't know anyone who admits to understanding him - much less calling him a friend.
The house was furnished, so she didn't have much to move – just a few pieces of her parent's furniture and some summer clothes.
He had probably reached a point that the ranch and house were too much work.
This was one place Cade obviously didn't spend much time.
I don't think we need much of anything.
He strode to the door, clamped on his hat, shrugged into his coat and left the house without so much as a good-bye.
Do you think my jaws flap too much?
I'm not much of a fisherman.
The next time she talked to Mary, she said as much.
I sure didn't have that much will power.
Does the cold bother you that much?
I don't spend that much time in the house anyway.
Of course, she had never given it much thought, either.
The ranch was too beautiful - too interesting and too much like home.
She was little more than half-done and already he thought it was too much?
It could be much worse.
For that much she was grateful.
If he wanted to forget it had ever happened, so much the better.
Much as she wanted the baby, she felt adoption was the best choice.
Not that I was having much luck, anyway.
You weren't giving me much information.
It was either that or start from scratch but he's not even sure he's a catholic, much less committed to anything.
Years of only remembered dreams but now the real act is so much better than fantasying!
Not that either; it was much more intense.
We never travelled much except to come up here to New Hampshire a few times.
If Betsy and I were forced to share it, we wouldn't get much sleep.
Think how much worse you'd feel if the town you visualized really existed.
The poor guy doesn't have much going his way.
I'm stuck here over the weekend anyway... with nothing much to do.
Howie asked about my job and confessed he was spending far too much time doing nothing.
No words were exchanged until much later, after our naked and robust greeting.
It was coal country, or had been, as much of the depressed countryside screamed of poverty.
We all had for too much on our minds.
I set both similar to my New Hampshire test but frankly; I didn't pay much attention to precise accuracy.
Howie continued to look to us for direction while remaining adamant we exclude so much as mention of what we were doing to anyone outside our group.
It was with much anticipation we drove north on another Friday afternoon.
It pissed him off so much he cut off all tests just when we were making real progress.
As much progress as we've made, we still haven't proved his visions represent real happenings.
I know I'm pigheaded but I can't tell you how much I appreciate how you all embrace this with only my word.
It was an interesting mental exercise and said much about the desires of the participants.
Howie was a total wreck and I'm sure neither Quinn nor I was much better.
I was, for a reason known to God alone, much more calm than the situation dictated.
After too much heated discussion, I agreed to give a less than specific tip saying I didn't believe the child was abducted.
Quinn agreed with Betsy, much to Martha's dismay.
We all want to do more, but we can't afford the time away from life to do as much as we want.
This is so much higher than my grade level I'm getting a nose bleed.
Forget anything much more than forty-eight hours old and anything where a nearly exact time of abduction isn't known.
I only ask that you do as much good for as many people for as long as you can.
Discuss it with the others but don't take too much time.
He seldom offered an opinion, much less began a conversation.
What we're doing together blows my imagination so I'll devote as much time and energy as I can possible muster to optimizing our results.
You haven't said much, Martha.
Of course I'd continue to help Howie as much as he needs.
We considered the session might take much longer than usual.
All in all, we were getting along admirably well considering how much time we spent in each other's company.
Howie and Quinn remained the oil and water of our association although there was no mention of Martha's teenage indiscretion that had caused so much early turmoil.
While we presumed Daniel Brennan and Merrill Cooms had gleaned much about our group from our many conversations, we continued to volunteer nothing concrete.
I still think it's a crime you lost so much time out of your life.
You can bet she'd turn Howie in in a minute for that much dough!
He deserves that much.
That would give him a heads-up on how much credibility we put on the so-called psychic tipster.
I won't be hearing much news I can pass on to you.
I'm flattered but I doubt I can be much help.
But you didn't say much on the radio program.
Well, I guess it's alright but I really don't know much.
I'd tell her real story, as much as she'd allow, while still maintaining her absolute privacy.
Look, I think I've said too much, maybe.
You deserve just as much.
Yeah, I guess, as much as I know about having any kind of relationship.
You're just as much a bull's eye if this monster is able to pick up your trail.
But much as I long for companionship I'm here on business.
Much the case with Howie and Julie, I felt the personal lives of our group deserved their own space to address their own problems.
This invader was very cautious and avoided much of our security.
The director wanted me to help as much as I could but if someone was getting too close, I was to drop it.
Doesn't sound like that news worries you too much.
I'm pretty much out of the picture, at least for the near future.
Maybe the woman is more forgiving now that so much time has passed.
Much as I crave revenge, I'll turn away and not waste my time assaulting his castle again.
There was no way in a dozen lifetimes I'd ever get a sniff at a tenth of that much money!
He's much better now and it's not just the shrink he's seeing.
Two hours later, after too much coffee and too much worrying, and only Bumpus to talk to I telephoned Howie.
She was much too cautious and expressed no interest.
I'd feel much better if he returned with us but if he insists on staying, it's his choice.
He could do so much more damage.
She'd been deep undercover in much worse situations.
I'm not much for being home alone, Rourk replied.
He still couldn't remember much more than what the Watcher and Original Vamp had told him.
Do you remember much of the Originals?
She tested it as she walked to see how much effort it would take to control.
Yully let the power fill her and mix with the other energies, staving off panic that there was much more than she could ever control.
Darian didn't remember it any more than he remembered much of the thousands of years he spend enslaved by Jonny's predecessor.
You don't have much time.
You've always thought yourself soooo much better than the rest of us, and I'm sick of your attitude.
Her vision cleared, and she looked into the face of the man from her vision, though he was much younger standing before her.
Thank you so much for calling!
Her head ached too much to respond.
Her vision was too blurry for her to see much beyond hazy shapes and colors.
Her eyes hurt too much to make sense of the world around her.
It didn't take much for her to imagine what the body beneath the tight shirt was like.
He wasn't a nightmare or vision—this much she knew.
His look was intense, much different than the warmth he'd displayed earlier that afternoon.
Our kind tend to live much longer than the average human.
As a former assassin and interrogator, Dusty didn't much care for people to begin with.
Thousands of years hadn't given him much insight into a woman's way of thinking, but this he knew without a doubt.
As much as Jake annoyed her, he was still her friend.
He never thought something so simple could please him so much.
He let her get away with so much!
He didn't understand the ins and outs of their blood bond, but he knew how much she rocked his world when she drank from him earlier.
He knew without touching her mind that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
She stood before the window, feeling very much like a prisoner in her new world.
Memories of how much Darian loved Claire, of his own nights in her bed, overwhelmed him.
He ached to show her how much she meant to him, to open her closed vision of him and his world and show her the beauty that made him fight as he did.
Relatively speaking, it's much safer inside.
Sofia recalled how much her first meeting with him had scared her.
I probably could have gone much longer ignoring her.
Linda was too easygoing to be affected by much of anything, and the men seemed more surprised than anything else.
She belonged to his world as much as he did.
He offered his wrist, and she knew he was offering much more.
As much as she wanted him, needed him, she was terrified to take the final step that would make her his for eternity.
He'd never thought much of that talent, the ability to see into someone.
We both inherited our powers while Dusty was like you, a human meant for something much greater.
The other vamps didn't so much as acknowledge her as she stepped from the car.
She closed her eyes, in too much pain to concentrate.
He hadn't yet reconciled how he felt about seeing his brother alive and in so much pain.
As much as she hated herself for feeling it, she needed his touch to calm her.
The emotions from watching the videos was almost too much.
As much as it hurt, she knew her place was with Darkyn.
Letting go of Gabriel was much harder than accepting her new mate.
She'd never paid much attention to appliances but imagined they might be intriguing to someone who had never seen them before.
Darkyn's approach to the mating bond was much different than Gabriel's.
Her heart hurt too much for her to stop.
She couldn't stand the thought of seeing Selyn hurt, as much because of everything the girl had been through as the thought of hurting Darkyn.
This much she knew.
Martha, whose stay with them was at first a simple good deed, then a delight and now so very much more.
I've never met your mother but I'm sure she loves you too, just as much as we do.
Martha spat with a viciousness that shocked Dean as much as the officer.
If there wasn't so much else happening, I'd think the whole business was funny.
He didn't show any anger at all, just disappointment—not so much at my going to the quarry as lying to him.
He was so calm and methodical during the whole business it made it that much worse.
That's why it bothered me so much when Martha seemed to understand so quickly.
But even when it's overcast, like today, you can get some interesting images; not so much close ups, but distance shots, with fog rolling down the valley and blankets of flowers shrouded in mist.
Dean thought him to be in his late forties but he looked physically in shape and much younger.
Besides, you've got too much on your minds— running for sheriff, little Martha leaving and all—you don't need to hear about the ghosts in my closet.
Uncle Pat Clancy asked around Pop's favorite bars, but no one knew for sure—or really cared much.
It wasn't as if he was around much when he was in town, so an empty place at the table just meant an extra potato.
I guess we was poor, but we were too broke to know it and having too much fun finding ways not to be.
Cynthia confessed they didn't attend as often as they should— as much as she did when her son was at home.
He's got so much going for him—a girl who loves him, a great family, smarts, education, good looks, and you said he's a jock.
I spent so much time on the phone talking to the Calvias she wouldn't have gotten through, Cynthia said the next morning, after breakfast was cleared, the wash loaded, and domestic matters reasonably settled—a momentary break.
The word is Miss Larkin's one hot lady—used to be married, but likes variety too much to do it again.
I'm not sure that makes much sense either.
Cynthia and her husband were appreciative of his efforts, which Dean knew came as much from nerves over his pending jury duty as early morning kindness.
Poor Maria, as good as she is, can't be much help on the phone if she don't speak the language.
But in spite of their pace, the return trip seemed to take much longer.
Finding another Dawkins in one of Ouray's dozen or two lodging places shouldn't be much trouble for an ace detective-almost sheriff.
Dean hadn't even managed a last name for bitch-Jennifer, much less the details of Dawkins v. Dawkins.
How much time do you suppose we're spending on a case where as far as we can tell no one is in harm's way whatsoever?
But much as he hated to do so, it was time to eat the proverbial crow and make peace.
I haven't had this much fun since high school!
Well, if he's on that jury, it won't take much time.
Look how much information he's developed so far.
You're going to have to do much better than that, Mr. Dean.
The boys don't seem to like you very much either.
Paul never did have much money.
The way he described her, I don't think she paid much attention to the mundane things in life.
Much as I'd like to, I won't ask her if her mother's maiden name was Plotke, nor will I tell her daddy's bones may be taking a motor home trip up the west coast—or that his pinkie is in your jewel case.
Couldn't they be much older—or younger?
How much did you see?
All I could think of was Randy and how lucky we are that he's got his act together in spite of this business with Jen—how much better off he is than Billy— and Jen than Melissa.
They're as much at fault as him.
It was a clear liquid— I remember that much.
He spends as much time on the computer as all the others combined.
However, it begged the question of what had caused the old guy so much concern in the first place.
Dawkins, Sr. had never hired another mine manager after Josh and never so much as mentioned the Lucky Pup after that time—to his sons or his wife.
Dean speculated that they might be concentrating too much on Fitzgerald and the Dawkinses, and not on others who had access to the Deans' quarters.
He's not much older than Randy.
Much as we believe he's culpable, we don't have any hard evidence.
You didn't answer me the other night when I asked you why the accident freaked you out so much.
Dean was as much disappointed as angry at the skip.
He also had little sleep, as much from partying with the temporarily affluent Mrs. Worthington as concern over Martha's cross country flight from the law.
I can't say I like Lydia very much but I'd hate to see him hurt her.
This is the state of much of humanity.
But in a real sense, it also makes the problem that much easier to solve in the future.
Venter's plan is to use bacteria to brew fuel, much like we brew beer today.
Anything that looks too much like The Matrix movies or The Terminator movies is just, well, kind of creepy.
It couldn't have been more than a few seconds, but it seemed much longer.
We didn't have Jonathan when he was an infant, and there was so much sadness at the time Destiny was born.
Having said that much, he stopped, appearing to have run out of conversation.
I've received too much sympathy in the last few weeks.
You don't hear that much any more.
Of course, if you think it would be too much work... you'll only have two weeks.
Over supper they talked of the expected foal, the ranch, and everything but why they hadn't talked much for the last four days.
That's why I had so much trouble telling you.
Betsy Morganthaw, my fiancée, was employed by a public relations firm at a wage half again as much as her future husband.
I don't remember much history.
I don't see any possible connection, much less this so-called time travel.
She hurt too much to move.
He adored Sofia, that much was obvious, even if he wasn't really sure where—or who—he was most of the time.
He knew as much and was as grateful for the two men before him as he was at finding his brother again.
The whole of Damian's history, his forefathers', all the way to the Beginning, when spirits milled without purpose before the Original Beings shaped the universe into something much greater.
He was coiled and ready to snap if the Watcher so much as looked at her too long.
She nodded, sensing there was much he wasn't saying.
The tome was far heavier than she expected, made of something much different than cardboard and paper.
She shook as much from need as fear.
He was too hard and cold to offer much in that way, but he spoke the truth softly and then kissed her hungrily.
He wouldn't say much else, other than she cannot be fixed with the magic of Hell, Wynn explained.
You enjoy baiting me too much for me to trust you.
I don't expect them or anyone else to make deals with you for me, she said, hurt as much by his words as the thought that there was no one outside of Hell who wished her well.
Darkyn himself had shown some signs of being affected by her, perhaps not as much as she liked, but more than she ever expected.
The air was hot and dry, the two suns too dim to shed much light into the black fortress.
She recalled how much he loved to conquer.
As much as he tried not to show her, he really did.
Today, she had left, because the idea of eternity in the red desert with a creature incapable of caring for her was too much for her to bear.
Darkyn spent much of his lifetime in battle, she noted.
Who was Deidre to interfere in something that spanned so long and involved two people who cared so much for each other?
Just as much, she feared seeing them miserable, because of her brief involvement in the mix.
Not so much! she retorted.
I don't think she knew they were working as much against her as with her.
The light of the black fire was too dim for her to see much more than the outline of his form.
As much as it didn't make sense, as much as his day job terrified her … She wanted Darkyn, more so now that she knew he had a side – however tiny – that was capable of caring for her and only her.
She didn't recognize the two men before her, but they were dressed much like the two death dealers that tried to turn her over to Harmony in her old apartment.
Cynthia raised her eyebrows as he asked, "Guess how much they cost me?"
My old man beat me like a tom-tom at an Indian dance and he didn't need that much of an excuse.
He raised the topic as much to take Cynthia's mind off Martha's departure as from any serious concern about the old man.
I guess they figured the land wasn't worth as much as they thought.
We'd sort of made a pact that our lives began when we met each other so the past wasn't discussed much, if at all.
I don't know whose bones were in the Lucky Pup Mine, but Josh Mulligan died in 1987 of cirrhosis of the liver from drinking too much.
Then the body might have been there for much, much longer.
Perhaps the body is much younger—only ten or twenty or thirty years old.
Much as he disliked making Fred wait, he decided to put off the task until nine o'clock but another phone call forced a change of plans.
I know that doesn't help much, but it's a mother-daughter thing and I don't think the kid is in any danger.
Weller seemed to consider just how much he wanted to know.
I don't even know the decade the guy died, much less who he was or who might be connected to him.
The trio had pretty much dismissed Pumpkin Green's involvement in spite of his connection with the play.
Much as they detested having to make the phone call, both knew it was necessary.
She was enthralled with the lengthy explanation and they were surprised in the telling how much had happened in the short time she was away.
Not much beyond that, because, as she put it, she and Caleb didn't stick around 'cause the light went out almost at once.
She accelerated in a screech, without so much as a glance at Cynthia, who stood at the curb.
There was too much blood for it to all be yours.
I looked in the late 1930's and early '40's but nothing much caught my eye.
How could you know so much?
They all thought it was because we missed Uncle Blackie so much.
You will find much of your power diminished, especially among those who used to bow to you.
As a human, she'd be much easier to render dead-dead.
Wynn wasn't about to ask why it was secret or spend too much time in Hell with the violent creature before him.
She'd forced herself to try to watch human-Deidre as much as possible.
It was going to be much more pleasurable than she imagined.
She wasn't going to have much time to prepare herself, either.
As much as she distrusted Wynn, she'd seen the caution in his features, the haunted wisdom of his gaze.
She didn't understand how, when there was so much beauty around her.
It was the most incredible food in the world, much better than omelets.
It felt much like dread.
Right now, the only thing that made much sense was killing shit.
Gabriel smiled, entertained as much by the story as he was by Cora's visible exasperation.
Too much could be at stake for him not to know what went down with Darkyn.
His blood was already humming with desire; he forgot how much of a turn on arguing with her was.
She didn't understand how humans could feel so much and still function when she was overwhelmed.
What else had she broken to cause Gabriel so much hardship?
The underworld was cracked when she left; that much she remembered.
Why did no one tell me there was so much pleasure?
She was much like you, though neither of you were able to gain his trust, for reasons I believe are understandable.
Gabriel squinted, unaccustomed to so much light after all his years in the underworld.
But" Andre paused, debating silently "I'd say you need to determine how much you are willing to trust her."
I figured that much.
So much I gave up everything to be right here, right now.
There was too much resentment in his voice for it to be the result of one week with the human she created.
Her Gabriel had distrusted her – hated her even? – for much longer.
He didn't think he could do much worse, but the fact the Dark One held the key to something he might need to know was not promising.
As much as I dread it.
This much he knew.
She turned to leave, suspecting she didn't have much time before Cora returned and raised the alarm about her being gone.
The Lake of Souls is much larger than any lake on the mortal world.