She had almost certainly poisoned her perfidious former lover, a clerk, so she could marry into her own respectable upper-middle-class milieu without the clerk’s revealing their physical intimacy.
Self pity was a drug. I must not become addicted. Self pity is like chocolate, as you get older, you can only afford a little bit.
People stubbornly lived their lives as they wanted, without regard to me, to an amazing degree.
Oh. No wonder I'd been sick. I hadn't eaten anything since then. I'm a girl who likes her meals, so it hadn't been a weight-loss tactic. I'd just been too busy bumping from crisis to crisis. Go on the...
Oh, boy, he could kiss.
Now! I told myself briskly, to ward off the melancholy, as I dumped my cup and wrapper in the trash bin and left the restaurant. Now to work, then home, then out on a real date, and tomorrow get out e...
Nothing had been poured out of its container or wantonly vandalized, but the contents had been moved as though the cabinet itself were the object of the search, not possible loot that could be taken a...
Not one man in a million would have allowed me the time without speaking. I opened my mind, let my gaurd down completely, relaxed. His silence washed over me. I stood, closed my eyes, breathed out the...
No one expected to be safe until this century, if you read a little history. Think of the thousands of years before- years with no law, when the sword ruled. No widespread system of justice; no immuni...
My favorite fantasy? You come down into my daytime resting place stark naked, he said, and I could see the gleam of his teeth as he smiled. Oh, wait, Bill said. That's already happened.
My brother, Jason, came into the bar, then, and sauntered over to give me a hug. He knows that women like a man who's good to his family and also kind to the disabled, so hugging me is a double whammy...
Men! Dead or alive, they could be exactly the same.
La soledad es mucho más divertida si es opcional.
I’d often thought being a Christian meant by definition being a bad one, since nothing is more difficult than Christianity, so I was more or less used to that feeling.
In books, the hero was gone after the big blowup. He didn’t stick around in the vicinity doing mysterious shit, sending messages to the heroine by a third party. He hauled his ass into oblivion. And t...
I would've asked him to bring a shovel and come to help me dig a body up. That was what a boyfriend should do, right?-Sookie Stackhouse
I thought about making biscuits, but there seemed to be more than enough calories on board.
I never set out to be a one-night-stand kinda woman. I want to be sure, if I have sex with you, that it's because you want to be around for a while and because you like me for who I am, not what I am....
I had never been able to fathom what people did with their free moments, if they didn’t read.
I found it harder and harder to stick to what was right, when what was expedient made better sense.