Quinn Sentence Examples

While Martha is my kindred spirit, Quinn and I always got along fairly well the few times we're all gotten together.

Quinn has a sabbatical from teaching and is using it all summer for a college project.

For all of Quinn LeBlanc's intellectual abilities, I not sure Martha isn't the main bread winner while Quinn tinkers in the theoretical world of the intellectual elite.

The second time was when she married Quinn LeBlanc.

Martha stopped to grab Betsy's hand, leading the way toward the cabin while Quinn and I unloaded the car.

Quinn swims every morning and takes along a cake of soap because he's lazy.

Betsy opted for wine which Quinn opened a Merlot ceremoniously, toasting our engagement.

I dug in a tub of iced beer and Quinn and I toasted the two cans as we sat back on Adirondack chairs to enjoy the late afternoon.

Quinn took a long sip on his beer.

We're both fortunate, Quinn.

I followed Quinn down to the water's edge as the women waved from whicker rocking chairs on the wide verandah.

Quinn slapped me on the back as he looked up at the darkening sky.

I try to resurrect my first impression of Howard Abbott not colored by Quinn's negative appraisal.

He had some catching up to do, especially with Quinn.

Quinn lit the large stove to stave off the cold as rain pounded the metal roof above us.

Betsy and I claimed world class ability while Quinn just rolled his eyes.

Quinn, sensing his wife's discomfort, changed the subject back to the game.

I'm sure neither Quinn nor Martha is surprised and Howie is probably asleep.

Martha was mixing batter while Quinn stood at the stove, heating a frying pan.

Quinn was flipping the pancakes when Martha hurried down the stairs.

Quinn asked with a frown.

Quinn didn't look pleased but he handed her the spatula and started for the door.

I feel terrible making him sleep in the lab room, but really, Quinn's equipment hardly makes a sound.

Quinn thinks I should mind my own business.

I caught Quinn roll his eyes.

I could tell Quinn wanted to change the subject.

Could it have something to do with Quinn's experimental stuff?

Quinn jumped up defensively.

Quinn grew more annoyed by the minute.

Quinn seemed relieved no one was blaming him or his experiments.

I'm sorry if the lab caused problems, but no one has to sleep there again, at least with Quinn's gizmos operating.

I caught Quinn nodding in agreement, but not Howie.

Quinn shook his head.

Quinn had an I-told-you-so look on his face as he made a second sandwich and opened a beer.

Quinn reacted as we'd grown to expect but Howie's visions became our afternoon project.

Quinn demurred, saying he knew his settings by memory and remained downstairs with Martha.

Three of us sat around the table while Quinn continued to read in a corner rocker.

Quinn peeked over the edge of his magazine as Martha brought a pen and pad from the kitchen.

Quinn shook his head and glanced at his watch.

True to my assignment, I recorded movements and time until Quinn's voice from below broke the silence.

Quinn's experiment is very important to him.

Quinn is packing up the power sources as we speak and the plants will be destroyed as part of the test.

Good luck in convincing Quinn!

We don't know if Quinn's paraphernalia has anything to do with your dreams.

Quinn remained in his lab, cleaning up the remnants of his scientific adventures.

It was bad timing with Quinn wrapping up his project.

Quinn joined us briefly for dinner.

No one suggested evening games and by the time the dishes were cleared, everyone was fidgety and ready to proceed but Quinn remained in his lab.

Martha, always the caring hostess, finally went upstairs and chased Quinn from his quarters, freeing up the now-dismantled lab room.

Quinn, surprised we were still clinging to our project, slumped down in an easy chair, journals in hand.

Howie was seated at the table while Quinn and Martha performed kitchen duty with eggs and bacon.

Bowing to Quinn's and Martha's suggestions, the sunny morning was spent huddled together in a 1964 fourteen foot Starcraft, spinning around the lake.

Martha would drive Howie to Boston's Logan Airport for his flight back to California while Quinn would remain to pack up his equipment before leaving later for a hundred mile drive to their home in nearby Peabody, Mass.

Please tell me Quinn doesn't know.

No, and I've never really cheated on Quinn, so don't bother to ask.

He mentioned inviting Quinn and Martha too, and paying their way.

You know Quinn's feelings on this entire project.

But if Brockville is just like Howie described, we have to get Quinn and Howie on the same page.

I opined to keep Quinn and Martha out of the picture, at least at present.

Everything he described could, as Quinn so succinctly put it, be a mind constructed fairy tale.

I guess I'd try to convince Quinn to let us use his stuff.

Quinn will think were requesting something like a séance or spiritual encounter but if we don't humor Howie, he'll be devastated.

Martha would talk to Quinn... to grease the skids... as she put it, and have him telephone me the following evening.

Betsy would be home from her road trip and together we'd take on Quinn.

I had to laugh at Quinn.

We could hear Quinn's sigh.

As any dream sessions needed to take place in Massachusetts where Quinn's test items were now located, we decided Martha was best suited as coordinator of the event.

Quinn's equipment was located in their full basement.

Quinn asked the question over oatmeal and raisin toast on Saturday morning.

We descended the basement stairs leaving Quinn alone in the kitchen.

The basement area was considerably larger than Quinn's small cabin lab-room, noticeably so with fewer plants and absent the desk.

We all climbed the stairs as Quinn greeted us.

Quinn joined us, looking more interested than earlier.

Betsy turned to Quinn.

Quinn was finishing removing the plans and I helped hauling them to the attached garage.

It's just you and Quinn's equipment, Betsy exclaimed.

The group trudged upstairs, all but Quinn who remained with his equipment.

Quinn, who remained silent most of the morning, showed increased interest.

My wife started to say something but Quinn just smiled.

Quinn's fascination increased with his wine consumption.

Only Quinn seemed pleased with that result but when we tried to question him about it he refused to discuss the matter.

Now, with Quinn's interest piqued, we were a committed pack of five dedicated to seek answers, wherever they might lie.

Both Martha and Quinn would also attend.

Howie was to remain in Massachusetts, at least for a few more days, working with Quinn and Martha.

Howie was due within the hour so only Quinn and Martha met us at the door.

Anytime Quinn mentions outside intervention he is immediately vetoed.

Martha looked at it longingly while the three of us emptied one in no time with Quinn doening the lion's share.

No, nor does Quinn have any idea how or why they are occurring in the first place.

Martha quickly explained, leaving Quinn's short fuse unlit.

We're had poor Howie in thirty-two sessions since you're been here so Quinn's developed cross references.

Instead of answering, he turned to Quinn.

Quinn looked first at his wife and then stood up.

Quinn shouted before Martha put a restraining hand on his arm.

Quinn started to speak but Howie interrupted him.

A few hours later, Quinn would set the power source to the time and location, not informing Howie.

Believe me, Quinn answered.

Quinn put him in Washington, in the summer of 1864.

We didn't bother to argue with Quinn.

Quinn adjusted his equipment while we waited outside.

I know for a fact my wife turned as white as Casper and Quinn looked no better.

Quinn had written a random series of thirty numbers and letters which Howie repeated in a bored voice.

It's not only Quinn and his machines that are important; I need guidance even more.

Quinn asked, his face masked in shock.

Quinn returned with a tray, glasses, beer and a bottle of wine, looking somewhat apologetic.

Quinn, still steaming, plopped down and switched on the television to a college football game, turning off the sound.

That left Quinn and I watching but not seeing Stanford struggling against Oregon.

Surprisingly, Quinn said nothing.

Without a word, Howie crossed to the basement stairs, with Quinn close behind.

Howie was a total wreck and I'm sure neither Quinn nor I was much better.

Quinn looked on, opened mouthed.

Even Quinn seemed to have forgotten his desire to go public in the tension of our impromptu to act.

Even Quinn showed more positive emotion than previously expressed.

To Quinn, he said, you put me on the scene.

Quinn and Martha prepared breakfast.

Howie, you, Quinn and Martha worked together without us.

Both Quinn and Howie protested as one with a negative shout.

Between Betsy's internet searching and Quinn's calculations the location we sought was found.

Somehow, between her and Martha, Quinn and Howie agreed to run a trip back while we remained in New York in phone contact.

Then Quinn, the sneak, sent him there without telling him.

I don't know what, if anything, Howie saw but he knew Quinn tricked him and he went ballistic.

Other sessions were tried earlier but when Howie couldn't sleep, Quinn accused him of not working hard enough Martha said.

That got me pissed off and Quinn accused me of always taking Howie's side.

But if Quinn got drunk and slept with Betsy, like years ago, you'd understand and forgive her, wouldn't you?

No, this was pillow talk with Quinn but Howie knows something is wrong.

Quinn worked on increasing the precision of time and location but it remained about the same; anything longer than a couple of days was a problem.

Quinn agreed with Betsy, much to Martha's dismay.

The others, even Quinn, didn't disagree, but added, "And protect ourselves in doing so."

As long as Quinn could place Howie in the past, we'd do everything in our power to support the effort.

Quinn handles the power and Howie is our focus.

Quinn resided in his own world, immersed in the science of things and not suited to lead.

Quinn bent close to his wife and whispered something in her ear.

We were picked up by Martha and arrived just as Quinn and who'd ferried Howie pulled in behind us.

Four of us, sans Martha, shared a bottle of bourbon with Quinn drinking two for each of ours.

Quinn, who was our resident computer and electronic guru, was given information about protecting our security.

Quinn was required to pick up extra classes when an older professor passed away suddenly.

Quinn could poke around with his experiments on his own time as he'd done all summer.

Quinn set Howie up for late the prior afternoon at Mr. Cooms' home.

Martha and Quinn were readying for our restaurant dinner in their room and Betsy was upstairs usurping the single bathroom.

Quinn asked, arresting everyone's attention.

Frankly, I was shocked by Quinn's comments.

Quinn turned to his wife.

There are five colleges, a good hospital and all that but I agree with Quinn; I want to move forward.

We all liked New England but Quinn in particular, despised the high taxes of his home state.

With a baby on the way, Quinn's and Martha's top priority was a locality where they could raise a family in a large and comfortable home.

Quinn owed some residual time on his sabbatical project but his class commitments were nearly at an end.

Quinn was thrilled with the property and immediately purchased a second vehicle.

Quinn took charge of our working accommodations.

Martha and Quinn idolized the town as well.

Quinn was in charge of the downstairs room where Howie operated and he set it up flawlessly for our work.

Quinn's electronic equipment was updated to state of the art.

Neither Betsy nor I saw the broadcast but Quinn and Martha had viewed the showing.

It was the first time in months Quinn would attempt to position Howie back more than a day or two.

If Quinn didn't place him at the hotel, he felt he might locate it himself.

Quinn's settings placed Howie within a block and a half of the hotel.

Quinn seemed to ponder the matter.

In fact, he's gone missing, Quinn held a super market tabloid as we shared coffee before starting our day.

Quinn thumped his finger on the paper.

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.

The scientist in Quinn yearned for answers and it was killing him that Howie was obdurate about limiting his gift.

But Howie's abilities were wholly dependent on Quinn and his apparatus.

Quinn, absent Howie, was just another low level scientist.

Betsy said as Quinn glared at Martha.

Papa Quinn, Howie and my wife and I were exhausted but jubilant.

Quinn was a foster home kid with no known family.

Martha had no siblings and Quinn had no idea of what might have sprouted from his alien family tree.

After the birth we were set to take yet another day off as both Quinn and Martha were unavailable.

Howie remained obsessed that he'd failed to nail the culprit and when he heard of this later case, he begged Quinn to take enough time away from his wife and new daughter for a single session.

Quinn obliged, surprisingly without argument.

Quinn returned to the hospital but Betsy and I remained at Howie's side in the pitch dark room.

It was her first day back on the job; she would stay only an hour while Quinn babysat.

Howie was ambivalent as usual while Quinn indicated the choice was Martha's to make.

I caught a glance at Quinn who looked like his dog died.

Quinn was the first to vocalize what dominated all our minds like a walk up the gallows steps.

Quinn began to pace.

Quinn, that's plain cruel!

God Quinn cut him some slack!

Quinn and Howie retreated downstairs to prepare for our first session of the day, with everyone pretending it was a normal Monday.

Quinn quipped it would be worth the price of the car if she kept motoring north to Canada and out of our lives.

Betsy and I have each other and Quinn and Martha each other plus Claire.

Quinn could try different sessions.

Quinn, Martha and especially Betsy looked perturbed at me for not updating them on my tete-a-tete with Howie but that could wait.

While Martha and Betsy, buoyed by our recent success, were eager to tackle the case, Quinn, not surprisingly, and yours truly to a lesser extent, were hesitant.

Quinn nodded in agreement.

Even Quinn bowed his head and agreed.

She was sitting with Betsy and me while Quinn was talking gardening with Howie.

I hope Quinn doesn't have a headache tonight.

Quinn rolled his eyes and winked at Martha.

Betsy lined up two likely abductions and she was anxious to get started, Quinn had already performed his part, setting his apparatus appropriately for a rural Iowa location where a twelve year old boy had gone missing.

Quinn complained of a headache and I silently wondered if he'd over indulged the night before.

Quinn went to work setting the stage for the visit.

Once there however, Quinn had nailed the time perfectly as Howie saw our target approach the window!

Howie, if Quinn could get you back to the road, is there any way you could stay with this guy to his car, or whatever he's driving?

Quinn, who'd been silent during our exchange, spoke up, "Maybe Daniel Brennan can pull in some favors."

Could Quinn come along, with his stuff, maybe?

While it was feasible, Quinn's equipment was cumbersome and there were the ever present problem of absolute quiet, not to mention the security issue.

Quinn and Martha perpetually had their hands full with their baby and Betsy stayed home, content to have extra time with our expanding garden.

I ran it by Quinn and Martha, both of whom kicked the decision back to me.

Howie would never ask Quinn himself; as always seeking one of us as a go-between.

She and I discussed Quinn joining Howie.

Fine. Let him stay, but send out Quinn.

Maybe I was picking up Quinn's problem.

I'd planned to ask Quinn and Martha to come in so I could tell them what I'd learned but the more I considered it, I decided a phone call was sufficient.

I felt if Quinn learned that fact he would want to scrub the entire operation.

She would relate everything I told her to Quinn.

She can stay with Quinn and Martha while Julie is out here.

Martha confirmed my suspicions Quinn was mad as hell, convinced the whole business was down the flusher.

I was dialing my wife to tell her when Martha and Quinn came in the office, pushing a baby carriage with Claire smiling beneath her blankets.

With Quinn's ranting it was difficult to get a word in.

I told Betsy about the flare up between Quinn and Martha before Quinn decided to go to Santa Barbara alone.

While she was concerned about the rift in our associates' relationship, she felt Quinn and Howie getting together might produce some positive results, in spite of how acrimonious they might be to each other.

As big a pain Quinn is at times, I know he's as committed as the rest of us to helping as many kids as possible.

True to his word, Quinn had packed everything he needed, called a shipper, and sent his equipment off, overnight express.

She's as upset as a jilted lover over Quinn's attitude and I'm afraid she's going to do something irrational.

This isn't like you; or Quinn for that matter.

Quinn's sabbatical project lost its funding.

Quinn sits around knowing what we're doing, and the world is treating him like some minor failed unemployed scientist.

Quinn hasn't slept with me since month four or five.

You don't want to do this; you never cheated on Quinn; you told me so.

Howie and Quinn, and Martha too; they don't know what Julie did so they can't see the possibility of a connection to Julie.

Quinn spent the whole time you were pregnant talking about him and me becoming friends with benefits.

She told me one time; she'd never cheated on Quinn.

After a stroll up town for coffee and a doughnut, I felt it was late enough to try Quinn in California.

Quinn agreed and said he'd get back to me.

I had little doubt Quinn would tell Howie, disrupting his tenuous relationship with Julie.

Why wouldn't you tell Quinn and me?

I didn't learn about it until Julie came up here and Quinn had left for California.

Howie and Quinn are working a session today, once Quinn's equipment gets there.

No, it's not over but it will be if you tell Quinn.

Quinn is another matter.

While I hadn't given Quinn and Howie enough time to accomplish much, I called them anyway.

Howie and Quinn are doing whatever they do.

Quinn shut his off and no one calls me.

I answered, to Quinn's cherry voice.

Quinn, I really want you to try again.

Quinn, consider it a personal favor... from the guy you appointed boss.

I had to twist Quinn's arm to get Howie back to Julie's break in.

Do you think Martha will upset Quinn enough so he won't do what you asked?

I think she understands if Quinn learns what Julie did, he's going to blow his stack.

Quinn called back just before our bedtime.

Quinn made me listen to the details of each unsuccessful attempt before he finally, got around to the facts.

Quinn yawned in a show of how exhausted he was after what he considered this time-wasting chore I'd assigned.

Neither of us mentioned her conversations with Quinn, or the lack thereof.

When they finished, Quinn would call Martha at home, and let her listen to the recording of the session.

The woman was her aunt, Quinn.

Quinn says she's flying out here.

After I found out you weren't critical, I tried to call Quinn and Howie but I didn't get through.

Quinn and Martha aren't there?

I haven't seen Quinn all day.

Why didn't Quinn come back when he saw Martha missed her connection?

I heard Quinn say yesterday that flight to Santa Barbara was full so maybe he drove all the way into Los Angeles to pick them up.

No, and neither Quinn nor Martha are picking up their phones.

She and Claire are probably still in the air somewhere or Quinn hasn't hooked up with them yet.

Have you and Quinn had any luck working together?

I didn't answer and instead requested he have Quinn or Martha call me as soon as they get in.

He's desperate to ask Martha about the details of Annie's death but she, Quinn and Claire haven't reported in.

You don't suppose Martha and Quinn went into hiding, do you?

She was frightened out of her wits, like the rest of us but it's not like her to just drop out of sight, unless Quinn talked her into it.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt Quinn, Martha and baby Claire might be gone.

It displayed Quinn and Martha's number.

Quinn feels that way too and they know deep down it's time to go into hiding.

Quinn is coming back east from Santa Barbara so they can leave together as a family.

I could see Quinn's hand in the decision, far more than Martha's.

Julie, Quinn, Martha and the baby aren't coming.

But now Quinn's gone too, so Howie couldn't go back even if he got up his courage to do it!

According to Betsy, on the note Martha left, she said Quinn was coming back east to meet up with his wife and daughter and leave from here.

They're useless without Quinn.

Quinn must have insisted they leave the way they did.

Quinn is gone and we couldn't do anything more if we wanted to.

You've had the option of going back with Quinn and you opted not to.

He's fanatical about all of Quinn's equipment too.

Without Quinn the stuff is as useless as an empty bottle.

He said if Quinn could do his thing, someone else maybe could too.

For everything... for how I handled the police-guy, for making Julie stay just a little bit longer, for chasing off Martha and Quinn...

Martha and Quinn made their own decision; you didn't chase them off.

All of Quinn's stuff is here too.

We'll only stay long enough to pack up Quinn's equipment and Shanghai Howie back here.

I tried to recall the terms Quinn had quoted; dissociative fugue, fugue state, entirely different personality.

Quinn's equipment filled the trunk of the rental.

There was no need for the high-rise quiet Quinn and Howie had required as we were no longer conducting sessions.

I arranged to ship Quinn's equipment back to New Hampshire tomorrow so that's out of the way.

Ben, could you start up Quinn's machines and see if maybe you could get them to work?

Howie, that's Quinn's stuff.

While I had no right to do so, if Martha and Quinn had effectively abandoned their home, why not?

I was there when Quinn hid it after Martha locked them out and he had to pry a window.

She'd summoned Quinn home from California to tell us, unknowingly bringing him to his death.

Quinn was a parentless foster kid and Martha's parents are gone.

Saying the words resurrected the near-forgotten facts; Quinn, and Martha, both dead and gone.

The scene was so familiar; abduction, outlined by Betsy, facts presented, Quinn and Howie removing to their basement sanctuary while we waited and Martha recorded.

I'm responsible for Martha and Quinn and now maybe Betsy and Molly as well.

Why don't you dig through Quinn's stuff and see if you can make any sense out of it?

It was strange being in Quinn's room although the only remnants of him were his machines.

I knew Quinn kept cryptic notes of machine settings and results but I was sure the majority of his writings remained in Keene.

That was the scientist in Quinn, frustrated that within grasp he held the partnered ability with Howie to go where no one before them had ventured.

After examining the various dials and switches on Quinn's machines, I had a fairly clear idea of each; I could turn it on and increase and decrease the settings.

All pertained to the earlier tests Howie and Quinn had undertaken together while Betsy and I were still in New York.

Surely they represented something special to Quinn LeBlanc.

Both of us tried to remember details of Quinn's actions when he set up a session.

Quinn didn't have to record current time settings; he knew that stuff by heart.

Quinn tricked me by not admitting where he was taking me.

Did Quinn think he could accomplish it; pin point the place and date?

Glancing through the open door of the adjoining room where I'd left Howie, I found it not only empty, but absent of Quinn's equipment as well!

Only Quinn's notes, a few articles of discarded clothing and the recorder remained.

Her husband Quinn, a scientist, who attended our childhood school but I know him only later through her.

According to the hurried phone call Quinn has spent the last three months at this water side retreat writing a paper on some obscure theoretical principal.

We leave this rustic life and Quinn and I will be home in Massachusetts, together.

You're a scientist, Quinn.

Quinn, maybe you should monitor your gizmo stuff in case it has anything to do with this.

Howie's unexpected enthusiasm was contagious, to all but Quinn.

Quinn burst past us, anxious to perform what tasks were necessitated by the deadline that signaled the termination of his experiments.

If the dreams are some weird combination of the lab's plant environment or Quinn's equipment, we're out of luck.

I sensed he wasn't hopeful absent Quinn's equipment.

Howie is afraid to ask Quinn anyway but he remains adamant the five of us are in this together and he's still hyper about secrecy.

You have to convince Quinn to let you try again.

Quinn asked over oatmeal and raison toast on Saturday morning.

While to the rest of us, questioned if Howie's visions recorded real life events and if so, how to prove veracity of the vision, Quinn, the scientist wanted only to know why.

Quinn has made remarkable progress but Howie has become intractable on a number of issues.

Quinn knows how to control the time and the location of the visualizations.

Classic difference of context; to Quinn this is a scientific question while to Howie, it's like a gift from God, not to question and not to abuse.

Once seated, Quinn was the first to utter a word.