May trouble neglect you, the angels respect you and heaven accept you.’‘Conor –!
In the hoarsely whispered words of Detective Markey, who was sitting close enough for Katie to be able to hear him, he had the face of a bulldog sucking piss from a stinging nettle. At last,
Almost fanatically, began to see another man, and although she still clung on to Williams for his money, it was quite obvious to him that she didn’t love him
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He was extremely handsome, in a dark, slightly satanic way.
Another long think. Then she said, Can
Like I say, this house is far too big for me anyway, and maybe it’ll do my head good to get away from the memories of your Ma. Sometimes I still think that she’s upstairs, in bed, and I have to go up...
The shed door opened. Immediately the puppies started screaming and
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Awake that she climbed out of bed and went to the window. She pulled the curtains aside, but the Kanes’ house was in darkness. She went back to bed, switched on her bedside lamp and picked up the cros...
Why does the life everlasting have to be won at such terrible cost? If the lifeeverlasting is true, why can it be achieved only through death, through grief, andthrough agony? What kind of God is it w...
The dead are more bloody desperate than we can even guess.
Well, just like the feller said when he showed up at the fancy-dress ball with a rubber johnny on his beezer and the doorman asked him what he’d come as –fuck nose.
The shopping centre was busy, and there was a long line at O’Briens’ counter, but despite the noise and the music she somehow felt isolated.
She used to think that he was so stocky, and bull-like, but now he felt like a laundry bag filled with old coat hangers.
Let’s just say that I’m sensitive to all things rotten. Rotten movies. Rotten paintings. And, more than anything – rotten people . People who mistreat their children, never take their dogs for a decen...
It’s bad enough weeping for the loss of a love you once had. Don’t be after weeping for the loss of a love you never had at all.
The way to avoid the tragedies of the past is not to let them happen to begin with.
Kierowcą taksówki była kobieta. Dotknąłem jej ramienia.-No? - zapytała.-Przepraszam, ale chyba będę rzygał. Obróciła się i obrzuciła mnie spojrzeniem. Z jej dolnej wargi zwisał pet.-Panie, do cholery,...
Katie walked slowly around the excavation, trying to make sense of all the bones that were lying there, jumbled up like pick-a-sticks as if somebody had tossed them up into the air and let them scatte...