The old ladies were dressing up, she thought; the clouds draped around the mountains' shoulders like a dirty boa, with the snowcaps jutting above and the broad green bases below.
She knew better than to lose her head over a man. That was what was so humiliating: she knew better. Three broken engagements had taught her that a woman needed to keep her wits about her when dealing...
She felt oddly safe with him, though not safe from him.
Pleasure was a siren, luring her to experience more
Orgasms, for her, had been what she faked with a man and provided herself when she was alone,
Oh, is that what's in the box? You threw my engagement ring at me?
It was just a kiss – Yeah, and King Kong was just a monkey.
It was amazing how flowers could grow in the damnedest places
If only gossip weren't so titillating. Sweeney tried to control an avid desire to know more, to dig for all the dirty details.The temptation was great. Dirt was like fat; it made life more delicious.
His face was terrifying in its stillness, with only his eyes alive, glittering with rage. She could feel the force of his anger in the coiled strength of his body, hear it in the almost inaudible soft...
He snorted. They were probably scared.Scared! For some reason, that hurt, just a little. She felt her lower lip wobble. I'm not that bad, am I?Worse, he said cheerfully. You're hell on wheels. You're...
God save me from a woman’s way of thinking. What the hell kind of logic is that? One has nothing to do with the other. Maybe not to you, but let’s face it, you’re plankton, and I’m a higher life form....
Don’t you want it?Want what?The engagement ring.Oh, is that what’s in the box? You threw my engagement ring at me? Boy, this was such a big transgression I would have to write it in block letters on i...
Death isn't peaceful; it is just nothing. Everything is gone. No more sunrises, no more hopes, no more fears. Nothing.
Hurting was better than dying.
—¿Sabes por qué se llama síndrome premenstrual?—No te atreverás —amenazó ella—. Sólo las mujeres pueden hacer chistes de eso.—Porque la expresión «enfermedad de las vacas locas» ya estaba cogida.
You see? he asked, his voice softening to a velvety punas he felt her tremble. His warm breath stirred her hair. All I have to do is touch you. It’s the same for me, Faith. I don’t like this worth a d...
You can't miss what you've never had.
Why is it so important that you know right now who he is? If he lives, you can ask him. If he dies— She halted abruptly.
Well, you've done it now, was her sisterlyopening shot.Jaine rubbed between her eyebrows; a definite headache was forming. After the exchange withDavid, she waited to see where this one was going.I wo...