You’re supposed to be my lawyer. You’re supposed to be a human being,
You gotta go through a special kind of hell or a special
You didn't realize what was passing you by until you slowed down a little bit to get a better look.
She took him for granted sometimes. That was the luxury of a long marriage.
Okay. Good.’ He fumbled for his keys and held them out to her, but she did not take
Nice to have an option, Sara mumbled. Cathy had practically poked her girls with a stick. What
I was told you take your capital cases seriously down here.
I said he was a shitty agent, not a shitty politician. Claire still couldn’t read the man’s expression. You don’t sound like a fan. Nolan clasped his hands together on the table. On the surface, it se...
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 was he doing in that part of town? A...
Given enough idleness & time, she could talk herself into either loving or hating the man
Existe gentileza em muitos lugares inesperados.
Curiosity broke her earlier resolve. Have you ever been tested?No. He stood behind Sara, holding the camera in front so she could see. Zoom here, he said, flicking the toggle.You could probably-This i...
Claire? Claire blinked open her eyes. She looked up at her mother, wondering why their faces were so close. You fainted. I didn’t, Claire argued, though evidence pointed to the contrary. She was lying...
Broken:Never underestimate the power of a shared history.
Because if a man rejects a woman, she goes home and cries for a few days. If a woman rejects a man, he can rape and kill her. I
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 could only ever see a thing when you were standing outside of it.
You can only make decisions with the information you have at the time
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.
Used to be, only bikers and outlaws had tattoos. They were so commonplace now that they weren’t even a statement. Unless the statement was, Look, I’m like everybody else. Her