When she brought Mira up, Eve gave Roarke another glance. Don't talk to him, she warned. He can get bitchy when he's in this deep. I don't know if we have any of that tea stuff.I had it stocked, and I...
When it’s my turn, don’t do this. Recycle the parts, burn the rest.
Whatever our DNA, it’s living and being that make us.
What you have with her will save her. Just as it saved you.
What other thing, Eve?I love you. Sometimes it makes my stomach hurt, but I kind of like it. Tired now, come to bed. Love you.
Violence is as American as cherry pie. —RAP (HUBERT GEROLD) BROWN
Vicious women are so attractive. Did you say you had a couple of hours?
Turning on her heel, Eve
Traffic was a bitch, but, then again, Eve thought, so was she.
Time doesn’t heal, whatever they say. It’s how we use the time that can heal.
This guy knows his electronics, so he took basic precautions with his personal data, but—take a hike, She-Body, this is my area.
They were shadows in the dark, cocooned in its secrets, bathed in its silence, enspelled by each other.
The surface can hide a great deal of turmoil.
The place smelled like an incense farm married to a flower shop.
Tell him I took the cat
Should, he thought, was a disturbing word.
She’d know. Ain’t nobody more psychic than a wife.
She had to hoof it two
Say what you said before again. The Irish thing. I want to say it back to you.He smiled. Took her hand. You'll never pronounce it.Yes, I will.Still smiling, he said it slowly, waited for her to fumble...
Our differences are only skin deep, but our sames go down to the bone.