People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mo...
I'm not afraid of heights, but the idea of falling from them, well, that I'm afraid of.
I hesitated on getting my backup gun and putting it in my purse, but didn't. My purse, like all purses, seems to have a travelling black hole in it. I'd never get the gun out in time if I really neede...
I don't want him hurt because he got out of hand with me.Yet you would have shot him.I shrugged. I never said I was consistent, just serious.
I could probably have made the head shot from the railing, but with an unfamiliar gun, it was too risky. I didn't want to accidentally shoot the woman in the head. Killing the hostage is always frowne...
Can the sarcasm,' he said. 'Please, I always use fresh sarcasm, never canned.
Before I knew you, I thought brave was not being afraid. You've taught me that bravery is being terrified and doing it anyway.
Anything under size five isn't a woman. It's a boy with breasts.
Murder takes presedence over watching my boyfriend strip -ID, Anita to Nathaniel
There had to be a circle of Hell where you were eternally fourteen, eternally in junior high. One of the lower circles.
There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.
Never argue when you're winning.
My right hand was sort of casually near my gun, without looking like I was reaching for my gun. It wasn't easy. Reaching for a gun usually looks like reaching for a gun. No one seemed to notice though...
My boyfriends are all more romantic than I am, and so are my lovers.
Lust has less logic than love, sometimes, but it's easier to fight.
It may be a crush, or hero worship (...), it may not be love, but if you've never felt anything stronger, how do you tell the difference?
If you fear nothing, then you are not brave. You are merely too foolish to be afraid.
If I was truly as brave as I thought I was, I'd have let him go. But I loved him, and I wasn't that brave.
I'm pro-choice because I've never been a fourteen-year-old incest victim pregnant by her father, or a woman who's going to die if her pregnancy continues, or even a teenager who made a mistake or a ra...
I'd worked my share of serial killer cases, but none of the killers had ever mailed me a human head. That was new.