If you can't tell a spoon from a ladle, then you're fat!

The death penalty is being applied in the United States as a fatal lottery.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

I like actors that are good with pantomime and that can transmit a lot by their presence and attitude more than through their dialogue.

Weakness of attitude becomes weakness of character.

It's not the normal way to look at things but I experienced death at a really young age and because of that it's been part of my mental landscape that death is really very possible.

In these shitty plastic days ...

[On writing Jeeves and Wooster stories]:You tell yourself that you can take Jeeves stories or leave them alone, that one more can't possibly hurt you, because you know you can pull up whenever you fee...

[Julian]Remember, Mark is in charge.Does he know that? said Livvy.Julian sought Mark in the crowd on the steps. He was standing with his hands behind his back, exchanging a mistrustful look with a car...

You mean his kisses. Hannah corrected her.Jonas narrowed his gaze. You seem obsessed with his kisses, Hannah.She shrugged. It's been a while. I'm looking for a little action.His eyebrow shot up. Oh, r...

You are the cause by which I die.

Will you live over there? Phury asked.Live over where? Butch cut in. You mean you won't be able to fight with us? Or, like… hang?No, I made that a condition of the deal.As Butch exhaled in relief, V t...

Why am I covered in feathers

Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.

What the hell is that? he asked.Magic mushrooms.I've always wanted to try those, he exclaimed. They sound so cute.

We make our own monsters, then fear them for what they show us about ourselves.

To give up power to change for the better is inherently distasteful to everyone, and to force people to affirm that they are addicts or alcoholics so they can speak in a meeting is shameful and demora...

This? He thrust short and hard into her, the impact sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Yes, that, he murmured to himself as if pleased, and did it again.And again.Until the heat between them...

This is not an apartment in which fresh vegetables are consumed. It smells like a dead spice rack.

Thirty minutes later, Rowan was still staring up at the ceiling, teeth gritted as he calmed the roaring inhis veins that was steadily shredding through his self-control.That gods-damned nightgown.Shit...