All those milk-fed, hog-fed, beef-fed early years. All those extra hormones we put in our livestock. We’ll be seeing toddlers with tits before long.
A veces me pregunto si esa es la raíz de su desprecio por mí: permite que vea sus defectos y me odia por conocerlos.
A lot of people lacked that gift: knowing when to fuck off. People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don’t reach my lips. She looks...
Estaba tan acostumbrado a estar enfadado con ella que casi me parecía algo disfrutable, como mordisquear un padrastro: sabes que deberías parar, que tan poco es tan agradable como te parece, pero no p...
El amor era como las drogas o el alcohol o el porno: no había techo. Cada dosis debía ser más intensa que la anterior para obtener el mismo resultado.
Sheesh, thought Amy, my dear fiancé sure is a grouch-monster when he doesn’t get his way … That is an actual quote. The whole book made me want to punch Amy right in her stupid, spotless vagina.)
‘Sheesh, violin can be hard work, but hard work is the only way to get better!’)
Although Viveca isn’t her bona fide name, her bona fide name is Jennifer, but people don’t believe Jennifers can tell the future; Jennifers can tell you which cute shoes to buy or what farmer’s market...
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The worst thing, the thing that makes me want to blow my brains out, is: The secondhand experience is always better. The image is crisper, the view is keener, the camera angle and the soundtrack manip...
Her bona fide name is Jennifer, but people don’t believe Jennifers can tell the future; Jennifers can tell you which cute shoes to buy or what farmer’s market to visit, but they should keep their hand...
Can say that? I do want to start over with the right man, the New Nick. Things are looking bad for him, dire. Only I can save Nick from me. But I am trapped. If you ever left here and I didn’t
But facts were facts, and people didn’t get to turn Amy into everyone’s beloved best friend just because it was emotionally expedient.
Because for Amy, love was like drugs or booze or porn: There was no plateau. Each exposure needed to be more intense than the last to achieve the same result.
Because at this point of our marriage, I was so used to being angry with her, it felt almost enjoyable, like gnawing on a cuticle: You know you should stop, that it doesn’t really feel as good as you...
You're here covering the murders, bad girl, Jackie continued. Adora must hate that. Sleeping in her house with your dirty little brain. (...) Course before Adora took it over, we all slept over at Joy...
You think you know the answer, you’re going to find peace? Like knowing is somehow going to fix you? You think after what happened there’s any peace for you, sweetheart? How about this. Instead of ask...
You sure you should have that out, James? You don’t want to use that. Guns are very dangerous.
Would you still love me if I killed someone? I said nothing. My breath was coming too fast. I would still love you, Go said. Go, do you really need me to say it? She stayed silent. I did not kill Amy....
Whenever I hear that phrase,