El tema, escribió él, es el dolor. Cuánto acumulo, cuánto esquivo.
But what? No one’s good, no one’s bad. Everyone’s just trying to make their way.
But always in the back of your throat is this scream, barely suppressed.
The other side of his desk. Yeah, well, like I always say, miss, you could
Need to confess anything to anyone. You go. And why would I go?
Why? Rachel said (the eternal why, as she’d come to think of it). Was he that bad? I never heard he was bad, Ann Marie said with a minor slur and a sad grimace. She looked out through the screen at th...
What you put out into the world will always come back for you.
Unaware, then, how short futures could be. How quick they could disappear, leave you with nothing but a long-ass present that held no surprises, no reason for hope, nothing but days that bled into one...
There's something ugly about the flawless.
She had straight brown hair that fell to her shoulders, a rock the size of a Prius on her left ring finger, and she might have been pretty if the skin weren’t stretched so tight against her face it ga...
Or some guy
My daughter squealed again and both Bubba and I winced. It’s not an attractive sound, that. It’s high-pitched and it enters your ear canals like hot glass. No matter how much I love my daughter, I wil...
Men. If you give them half a chance, they'll fuck you over just to prove they can.
Maybe that's what love is-counting the bandages until someone says, 'Enough'.
It’s an island, boss. They’ll always find us. Teddy met Chuck’s eyes and nodded. For the first time since they’d met, he could see fear in Chuck’s eyes, his jaw trying to tighten against it.
It transformed and sharpened everything she saw, smelled, felt. She could hear the ping of water moving through the pipes and smell metal in the river and hear rodents scuttle along the foundation. He...
I stared down the slim barrel of a gun, looked into eyes rabid with fear and hatred, and saw my reflection. Pulled the trigger to make it go away.I heard the echoes of my gunshots, smelled the cordite...
How naive can you be before it becomes unforgivable?
Choice, I've always believed, is all that separates us from animals.
Charming as he was, you never felt fully comfortable with the guy, because he never seemed fully comfortable with himself.