I busted my chin open trying to be Evel Knievel on my bike. When it happened, you could see straight through to the bone, I thought my dad was going to pass out. It left a scar that I still have now.
Ipak, nije mogla a da se ne zapita zašto muškarac kojeg želi nije slobodan, a onoga koji to jest ne želi. I tako se nastavila njezina misija da si život pretvori u televizijsku sapunicu.
Claire knew full well from the videos that there were things a man could do to a woman that didn't kill her, but made her wish she was dead.
Trust me, sweetheart, there is a reason centuries of fathers have fought brutal wars to protect the concept of Immaculate Conception.)
Her wedding ring, her gentle brush-offs, and her outright rejection had been minor obstacles compared to the big no of another man kissing her cheek.
Reading is not just an escape. It is access to a better way of life.
Remember—the Devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
He's morbidly obese. He's unusually bloated. There are needle marks on his abdomen and thighs that indicate he's an insulin-dependent diabetic. His diet was fast food and Skittles. Collier looked skep...
Forever was never as long as you thought it was.
Maybe that's why Claire had perfected the art of invisibility. It was a form of self-preservation. You couldn't resent what you could not see. She was so quiet, but she noticed everything. Her eyes tr...
I still want it to die. Like immediately. With fire.
Not realizing until exactly 3:12 this morning, that the reason toy box smelled like rotten fruit roll ups is because Emma was hiding all her fruit roll ups in the bottom. Toddler are such fucking assh...
My dad believed in scaring us as we were growing up. Scaring the boys who wanted to date us more.
Claire jumped right into the story. There was a Thunderbolt cable
When somebody dies, you forget they're an asshole.
She had to start making decisions rather than having life make decisions for her.
Paul. She hadn’t just watched him die. She had taken in his death like a hummingbird drawing nectar.
Many people must have told you that you are lucky to be alive. I think you would have been lucky had you not been shot in the first place.
Moon was from somewhere up east, the kind of place where consonants took on a life of their own.
He’s like a spoon—always stirring things up.