I want you to know that this is what happens when you meet the person you are supposed to spend the rest of your life with: that restless feeling dissolves like butter. I
Holy shit. Nolan’s tone was reverential. Claire had seen men get harder over Paul’s garage than they ever got over a woman.
He had given weight to her life, tied her down to the world when her natural inclination had always been to float above everything, as if it were happening to someone else.
Faith gripped the steering wheel. I hate rape cases. You don’t throw a murder case to a jury and they ask, ‘Well, was the guy really murdered or is he lying because he wants the attention? And what wa...
Dee came out of her room and gave Lydia the greatest gift a teenage daughter can ever give her mother: she had agreed with her.
But they soften you in ways you can’t imagine. It’s so unexpected. They just smooth out your hard lines.
A few years ago when she'd read Paul several passages from Fifty Shades of Grey, they'd both giggled like teenagers.The biggest fantasy in that book, Paul had said, is that he changes in the end.
Trust me, sweetheart, there is a reason centuries of fathers have fought brutal wars to protect the concept
What she really wanted from him, needed from him, was to know that she could always pick up the phone and he would be there. That was all Lena had ever wanted from Hank. That was actually the one thin...
Just shared a burden? Claire closed her eyes. Her breathing got deeper. She was awake—she could still hear Lydia greedily thumbing through pages—but she was also asleep, and in that sleep, she felt he...
All the pickup-driving John Boys who drove down to Atlanta every day to make money, then drove back at night and railed against the godless liberals who lined their pockets and subsidized their utilit...
Sara was reminded of yet another one of Will's traits, which was that he had an uncanny knack for keeping his mouth shut when he didn't know what to say. This resulted in the sort of awkward moments t...
Reductio ad Hitlerum. Claire couldn’t stop quoting Paul. It’s when you compare someone to Hitler to win an argument.
Or maybe Lexie already knew about Claire. Maybe the young little bitch was completely fine with sharing another woman’s husband, with raising the man’s bastard child—or children—while he kept another...
Only...ever...you.
Lydia wondered how long it would take for Penelope to tell the other Mothers about the tragic death of Lloyd Delgado. Her father always said that the price for hearing gossip was having someone else g...
Lydia supposed his headstone had been ordered. Something large and garish made of the finest marble and phallic shaped because being dead didn't stop you from being a dick.
Lydia asked, Do you have a problem with drugs and alcohol? Claire struggled to return the glass to the floor. Yes. The problem is that I don’t like them very much.
Jeffrey never understood how people could think a dead person was just sleeping. Death changed the air, charged it with something thick and unsettling.
It was getting to be so ridiculous, she was surprised there weren't special schools for the boring, average children.