Libby must have marinated in anxious stomach acid for nine months, soaking up all that worry.
Carthage had a bigger drug epidemic than I ever knew: The cops had been here just yesterday, and already the druggies had resettled, like determined flies. As we made our way through the piles of huma...
I’ve always been partial to the image of liquor as lubrication - a layer of protection from all the sharp thoughts in your head.
You’re still desperate to have everyone think you’re perfect. You never want to be the bad guy.
If she's sad or upset or angry, she needs to be alone-she fears a man dismissing her womanly tears.
She'll never really let me go. She likes the game too much.Then stop playing it.
The day after Independence Day, the sulfur from the fireworks mingling with the ocean salt - summer.
The children in the woods play wild, secret games.
Imagine the jacket copr: People behaved mostly well and then they died.
My brain is so busy with Nick thoughts, it’s a swarm inside my head: Nicknicknicknicknick! And when I picture his mind, I hear my name as a shy crystal ping that occurs once, maybe twice, a day and qu...
Neighbors, I ran errands for Mo’s
Given my druthers now, I’d prefer a snapshot of Warren Harding’s wife, the Duchess, who recorded the smallest offenses in a little red notebook and avenged herself accordingly. Today I like my first l...
Of me, and yet I feel afraid. I feel like something is going wrong,
Não sou do tipo de repórter que se delicia ao entrar na intimidade das pessoas. Provavelmente é por isso que sou uma jornalista de segunda. Uma delas, pelo menos.
He is learning to love me unconditionally, under all my conditions. I think we are finally on our way to happiness. I have finally figured it out.
La gente hace lo que se supone que debe hacer y después espera a que los colmes con tu aprecio; son como los empleados de las tiendas de yogur helado que dejan vasos sobre la barra para que eches la p...
There might be a space too, for this. The feel of killing, there might be an empty spot just waiting to be filled.
I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ.
Nothing to it but to do it.
Looking at my smarmy grin, my hooded eyes, I thought, I would hate this guy.
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