Kate had shot a man with a gun very similar to this one. She had been aiming for his chest and winged his shoulder, but as her people would say, closeness only counts in taxes and horseshoes.
It wasn’t enough for Julia to be taken away from the family. All the good things about her had to be taken away, too.
It was like she was standing on the beach in the middle of a hurricane.
If you have to say you’re not doing something, then you probably are.
I wil tell you something very important: there is value in forgiveness.
Claire picked up the picture. They were at a football game. Paul’s jacket was wrapped around her shoulders. She could recall thinking how warm it felt, how reassuring. The camera had captured her laug...
You couldn't turn on the TV without hearing about the missing teenage girl. Sixteen years old. White. Middle class. Very pretty. No one ever seemed quite as outraged when an ugly woman went missing.
Moon was from somewhere up east, the kind of place where consonants took on a life of their own. In addition to this, she spoke loudly and abruptly, two things that were considered very rude to southe...
As your mother has said, Paul could be a belt in a doughnut factory, he is so good at sticky, emotional conveyances.
I think some people are good at being alone, and some people aren't, and as a child, I really liked it.
Women with a little bit of power can be much harder than men. Especially on other women. They have to distance themselves from the weakness of their sex. Yes?
See this with abused children sometimes, where, as a form of self-defense, they’ve learned to read mood and nuance better than the typical child. They absorb an incredible amount of blame to keep the...
Yes. Claire was tired of his questions, which were made even more grating by his flat, midwestern accent.
This women’s lib stuff works for rich girls, but all you’ve got going for you is your face and your figure. You need to take advantage of both before you lose them.
She knew what it was like to watch a bad person die, to feel their panic swell to crescendo, to watch the dawning in their eyes when they realized that they were completely powerless. To know that the...
She knew that there came a point when your mind told you everything was wrong, but your body betrayed you anyway, reaching out for whatever comfort was offered.
May God keep my going out and my coming in from now on and ever more.
I'm not choosing anybody but myself.' Jane was sick of men thinking they could give her ultimatums.
Hope’ is the thing with feathers/That perches in the soul/And sings the tune without the words/And never stops–at all.
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