As Kate had told her Oma the night before, there was no society more viciously controlled by rumor than your local police force.
I love puns. I've been known to turn the car around just to take advantage of a good pun situation. It really is the highest form of humor.
Snorted coke because a boyfriend told her
His chair again. He pulled at his mustache. Well, I wish I could
Your mother and I had always been secretly pleased that you were so headstrong and passionate about your causes. Once you were gone, we understood that these were the qualities that painted young men...
You didn't realize what was passing you by until you slowed down a little bit to get a better look.
Women were as mysterious to them as the origins of the planet.
Why did it have to be her?
Well. Lydia took a deep breath as she prepared to sing the hokey pokey of her life story, where she put the truth in, pulled a lie out, added an embellishment, and shook it all about.
Violence never worked in the service of women.
Then they were in Wyoming, then Nebraska, then Utah, then finally Illinois.
The world stops for you when you’re pretty. That’s why women spend billions on crap for their faces. Their whole life, they’re the center of attention. People want to be around them just because they’...
She had always believed—vehemently, with great conviction—that the only way to change the world was to destroy it.
She asked him, Everything all right? It’s good right now. He rubbed her back with his hand. What did the shrink say? Claire waited until the bartender had returned to his corner. She said that I’m not...
Nothing ever truly faded. Time only dulled the edges.
Nice to have an option, Sara mumbled. Cathy had practically poked her girls with a stick. What
Never kick a fresh turd on a hot day.
Mrs. Scott, do you mind my asking why the alarm wasn’t on? This was from Mayhew. He had taken out a notebook and pen. His shoulders were hunched, as if someone had asked him to mimic a character from...
Marriages were perplexing animals, always changing, sometimes gentle, sometimes vicious.
Laura was not a lonely teenaged girl anymore. She was fifty-five years old. She was a mother, a cancer survivor, a businesswoman. This was her life, Not Nick,