I—I adore you, too. Well, I don't know if I adore you. That's not really the word I'd use. But I—I— I managed to wrench it out. God, this was hard! I love you.Of course you do, he said, totally unsurp...
I mean, I wouldn't have wanted to be recognized. But I was kind of a prude about cheating on taxes, group sex, murder, and stuff.
Getting gratitude is becoming a thing with you, but even so, you're the worst Antichrist ever, Jessica said. Which is actually comforting. Stay close.
Also,I loathe it when you refer to me as dude Eric Sinclair to Betsy
What it comes down to is this, Betsy: you do what you need to, and then you haul ass out of there. Every single time.
I swore we'd never be together, but—''Your inner whore would not be denied.' she finished.
I could have gone to medical school, I said. Except for all the math and stuff.
He turned to her and pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. When he spoke his deep voice vibrated all through her. 'I. Remember. Everything.
Can you burn me up with holy water? Poke me to death with your crucifix? Pelt me with communion wafers?
Andrew Vachss, the best noir-ey writer in the history of the genre, called cats the lap dancers of the animal world. Give them attention, they’re there. Stop, they’re outta there.
A day without the Antichrist sitting in judgment on you is a day without sunshine.
Friends are such a mixed blessing.
You don't scare me, Cadence Jones. I've lived with crazy, I've ridden with crazy, I've vacationed with crazy, I've visited crazy in various hospitals, I've sat in on therapy sessions with crazy. Frank...
Out of me unworthy and unknown The vibrations of deathless music. —ANNE RUTLEDGE, BY EDGAR LEE MASTERS (1869-1950)
It's Privacy, Please, for the Penguins.
I walked in on my folks doing it doggy style less than four hours ago.Waitress! Jonas screamed, clicking his fingers madly. Bring two! then, more quietly,You want a neck massage? A bedtime story? A bu...
I really did have my reasons. I don't blame you for being mmpphhh-phargle.She mmpphh-phargled because he tugged her into his embrace and buried his nose in her hair.
Did vampirism encourage Stockholm syndrome?
Back off, boys. You don't want to mess with an out-of-work secretary. We're real testy.
Wow, girlfriend, you're incompatible with life!And here I thought I was just incompatible with pink.