She was clearly rich. Her handbag was too plain to be anything but incredibly expensive.
She stared at me and I could tell what she was thinking: You are a gameplayer. You are a sociopath. You are a killer.
She is an incredibly intelligent idiot
Ser la Chica Enrollada significa que soy una mujer atractiva, brillante y divertida que adora el fútbol americano, el poker, los chistes verdes y eructar, que juega a videojuegos, bebe cerveza barata,...
Right now, she had an almost obsessive need to get home, nest up, feel safe.
People will think we’re ironic instead of creatively bankrupt,
Patty knew that feeling, a dream hangover, like when she jumped up from a panicky sleep at 2 in the morning and tried to talk herself into thinking the farm was OK, that this year would pick up, and t...
Only Tanner Bolt could get away with making me, a client, fly to him, then tell me what kind of dance I’d need to do in order to give him my money.
One snowy April night, I felt so lonely. I was drinking warm amaretto with Bleecker and reading, lying on the floor as the snow came down, listening to old scratchy albums, like Nick and I used to
One should never marry a man who doesn’t own a decent set of scissors. That would be my advice. It leads to bad things.
Okay, so what’s your favorite color, your favorite ice cream flavor, and your favorite season? Blue, coffee, and winter. Winter. No one likes winter. It gets dark early, I like that. Why? Because that...
Não me sinto uma pessoa: sou algo a ser carregado e descarregado, como um sofá ou um cuco.
Now, I like a writer party, I like writers, I am the child of writers, I am a writer. I still love scribbling that word—WRITER—anytime
Now another one’s missing. Sounds like it might be a serial to me. Drive down there and get me the story. Go quick. Be there tomorrow morning. No way. We got horror stories here, Curry.
Nothing had consequence, I was living in the moment and I could feel myself getting shallower and dumber.
My parents are worried, of course, but how can I feel sorry for them, since they made me this way and then deserted me?
My brother slaughtered my family when I was seven. My mom, two sisters, gone: bang bang, chop chop, choke choke.
Mom, Dad, Baby, they were three advanced people with three advanced degrees in psychology—they thought more before nine A.M. than most people thought all month.
Men love to put things in women, don't they?
Me gustan las reglas que tienen sentido, no las reglas sin lógica