And thought if every day started off with sex and waffles, people would maybe be less inclined to kill each other.
You've got no sense of humor.I'm going to laugh really hard after I kick your ass.
You won't forget me, Eve. You'll think of me, perhaps not fondly, but you'll think of me.I'm in the middle of a murder investigation. You're part of it. Sure, I'll think of you.Darling, he began, and...
You saved me, Eve. He watched her blink in absolute shock. What you are, what I feel for you, what we are together saved me. He kept his eyes on hers as he kissed her.
You need more sleep.Skillet, pan.What?You know, the skillet says the pan’s the same deal.He thought a moment. I believe that’s the pot calling the kettle black.Whatever, kitchen stuff can’t talk anywa...
You gonna eat, you should eat good. From
You did good today. I won't have to think twice going through the door with you.As Eve walked away, Peabody gaped after her. It had been simply, even casually said, but it was the finest professional...
Why is that? Why do we love each other? Because we are what we are, and we’re both okay with it.
Why did people always get tangled up with other people? Why put ourselves through this shit?
Whitney’s giving a push on Russo. We’ll
When you find nothing... it means you're eliminating what surrounds the something.
When his mouth was on hers, when he could feel her about to shatter yet again, he plunged into her, knocking her over the edge with that first rough stroke.And still he thought: More.Even as she shudd...
When a man is clever enough and knows his quarry well enough to choose such a time and place to propose marriage, well, a woman was a goner.
What’s the problem?
Well, it's stupid, and it's no wonder people are perpetually fucked up, as nobody can depend on something as basic as February. Which is already screwed up because it insists on having less days, then...
Watch the road! Don’t look at me, look at the road. Except it’s not really a road. It’s a track. What are these damn bushes, and why are they here?
U.N.? As in United Nations? No, U.N. as in Unidentified Numbskulls.
Two lost souls. He’d once called them that. She wondered if they’d stopped being lost when they’d found each other.
There was never anybody before you, she said. I just wanted to say that. And when I did what I do, and it opened a crack in me like it did last night, there was nobody there to hold on to me. I didn't...
There was Ireland in his voice, dreamy wisps of it that could, unexpectedly, wind around her heart.