Your integrity, your dignity, your honor - they aren't for sale. Not ever. Not to anyone.
Remember that country singer on American Songster, the girl whose father only let her order ketchup, mustard, and relish at McDonald’s because ketchup, mustard, and relish are free and you can mix the...
Beware the anger of a patient man.
Do you ever miss it, not being a doctor anymore?" I shook my head, frowned a little. "I really don't. Something delicate and essential broke inside me when Isabella died. It will never be repaired, Ky...
Why aren't crazy people content to take over, like, one town? It always has to be the whole word. They can't just control maybe twenty people. The have to control everyone. The can't just be stinking...
When I was growing up, my mom used to tell my sister and me about a leprechaun with a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. But she never mentioned a Russian Neanderthal with a bag of diamonds at the e...
Some people just don't have what it takes to appreciate a cookie.
It was a little weird that they were friends. But then, maybe freaks just tended to find each other.
Write the story. Don't write sentences.
The truth will set you free, its the little white lies that'll save your ass.
Man, you weigh a freaking ton, he told me. What've you been eating, rocks? Why, is your head missing some? I croaked. His mouth almost quirked in a smile, and that's when I knew how upset he'd been
To me, that's the ultimate isolation - to be separated from my own mind.
Don’t ever leave me again, I said in a tiny voice.I won’t, he promised into my hair, sounding most un-Fang-like. I won’t. Not ever.
Because today after all, is all we knew.
AS WE LAY THERE WE FELT LIKE WE WERE EXTENSTIONS OF EACH OTHER, LIKE OUR BODIES AND OUR HEARTS HAD TO BE TOGETHER TO MAKE ONE WHOLE PERFECT PERSON.
Always expect the unexpected. Right around Thanksgiving, when the new Alex Cross will be out. It's called Four Blind Mice and it's a pretty amazing story about several murders inside the military.
So the first thing we're gonna do, I told him, is push you off the roof.
NOOOO! On the screen, a woman's eyes bugged almost out of her head, and I tried not to scream.Tried not to scream in exasperation, I mean. The serial killer was right in front of her, wide open! Clear...
I feel like, like pudding, Iggy groaned. Pudding with nerve endings. Pudding in great pain.
He nuzzled my neck, inhaling deeply. Mmm. You smell so good.Oh, yeah, I said, smirking. I call this new perfume ‘Le Jungle grime et tropical BO.’ Dirt and sweat. Very sexy.