She had said he had been driven away from her by a dream,--and there was no answer one could make her--there seemed to be no forgiveness for such a transgression.And yet is not mankind itself, pushing...

She had come to terms with her lack of beauty, but never with her lack of genius in the single thing she had ever wanted.

She grabbed all her clothes from her wardrobe and flung them across the room, screaming her head off until she finally felt sane again. Perhaps tomorrow she would buy those cats. (Holly)

She glanced around at the tombstones. You’re surrounded by death here. Way too depressing. You really might want to think about getting another job.You see death and sadness in these sunken patches of...

She fought the urge to scream, feeling desperately like she needed to run, that she needed to go as far away from Manhattan as possible and never even give it so much as a backwards glance, but she wa...

She felt something similar, but worse in a way, about hundreds and hundreds of books she’d read, novels, biographies, occasional books, about music and art—she could remember nothing about them at all...

She felt his hands move to the fastening of his breeches, and then he swore under his breath as he was forced to roll off her in order to (in his words), get the bloody things off. She couldn't help b...

She doesn't think it's a good idea to know the future, because you can hardly ever change it, so why suffer twice?

She did not belong to Will-she was too much herself to belong to anyone, even Jem-but she belonged with them, and silently he cursed the Consul for not seeing it.

She caught herself working so hard at mothering that she forgot to enjoy her children. -from ~Homecoming Season~

She carried her head high enough - even when we believed that she was fallen. It was as if she demanded more than ever the recognition of her dignity as the last Grierson; as if it had wanted that tou...

She came out of sleep like a thunderclap—waking from dreams so deep and dark that she couldn’t remember anything but dirt and hands pulling her down into graves with cities inside them.

She also told me it wore down her spirit to live in the desert landscape that was parched by midsummer, to plant a garden each spring and struggle to keep it alive past July.

She already has my heart. I would like for her to take my penis, too. Is that so much to ask?

She [Beatrice] alone was still real for him, still implied meaning in the world, and beauty. Her nature became his landmark - what Melville would call, with more sobriety than we can now muster, his G...

Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.

Shakespeare put no children in his plays for a reason, Sir Godfrey muttered, glaring at Alf and Binnie.You're forgetting the Little Prince, Polly reminded him.Who he had the good sense to kill off in...

Seventeen, eh! said Hagrid as he accepted a bucket-sized glass of wine from Fred.Six years to the day we met, Harry, d’yeh remember it?Vaguely, said Harry, grinning up at him. Didn’t you smash down th...

Seven, Richie thought. That's the magic number. There has to be seven of us. That's the way it's supposed to be.

Seven billion who need to be kept happy, and docile, until the end. How do you do that? What's the best way to calm down a scared kid, get them to go back to sleep? Tell them a story. Some shit about...