What was a strong marriage? What was a good marriage? She knew terrible people who had wonderful marriages, glued together somehow in their terribleness. And she knew fine, fine people who’d stood bef...
Vanity is a weakness. I know this. It’s a shallow dependence on the exterior self, on how one looks instead of what one is.
Only a child thinks life is about her wants.
Me di cuenta de que intentaba convencerse a sí mismo, de que trataba de reunir el valor necesario para atravesar esa puerta. Pero aún le faltaba mucho para poder hacerlo. —Es la tensión —le expliqué—....
Latvian émigrés. How
I do have my dark days. I suppose everyone does. The difference is that most people don't kill their husbands with an axe.
I am still afraid. But I am not terrified.
But Curtis had come to the table with something they’d never expected, something they would have thought outmoded and out-lived in the modern age: a kind of fundamental righteousness that only the fun...
—¿Qué me dice de…? —miró a Phil, luego a mí y después apartó la vista. —¿Sí? —se interesó Barnett. —Bueno… creo que la bala estuvo dando vueltas por mis partes bajas y… —Sus órganos reproductores no s...
She was forced to face how cold and unlike her fantasy her own marriage was? Or did she suddenly just get tired of living this long-ass life? Joella
Le dí un beso y ella me lo devolvió.
If you're not crazy but people have told the world you are, then all your protests to the contrary just underscore their point.
Growing up, Joe had adored his brother, Then he'd come to hate him. Now, he mostly didn't think about him. When he did, he had to admit, he missed his laugh.
She was his wife, mother, best friend, sister, lover, and priest.
Not that Danny seemed intent on fucking it up, just that he was a man after all, and no one knew better than Luther himself how completely a man could step on his own dick when what he thought he want...
I’m getting dissed way too much lately.Probably because you date defense attorneys who think a good wardrobe makes up for that lack-of-brains thing.I turned on my chair. Oh, you know her?No, I’ve hear...
How am I supposed to let you go, that's all I'm asking. I want to hold you again, smell you, and, yes too, I just want you to fade. To please, please fade...
For every solution, a problem.
Do you know the primary difference between men and gods? ... Gods don’t think they can become men
Danny could see it in their faces when they shook Steve’s hand—they’d have preferred him dead. Death allowed for the illusion of heroism. The maimed turned that illusion into an uncomfortable odor.