Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind’.
Around five-eight, slim, good shoulders, narrow hips, legs and trunk in proportion, short dark hair, side parting, dark eyes, probably blue, shadows under the eyes, fair skin, average nose, wide mouth...
Attractive smile, Carol added to her list of particulars as she shook the hand.
Cat's passion for atmospheric architecture was only just second to her passion for Henry.
Discovering dedicated mystery booksellers was a bit like going to heaven without having to die first
Thought
Everybody's got the right to go to hell in the handcart of their choice.
He knew he could devastate her and drive her from him with a handful of well-chosen sentences. And part of him wanted to do just that. Part of him wanted to banish her and her presumptions from his li...
Her anger was a memory now. She didn't believe in bearing grudges.She believed in killing them where they lay.
What do you think, boy? is he just another lying bastard, or what?' 'Prrrt,' the cat said on a rising intonation, his eyes closed to slits. 'I thought you'd say that. I agree, I know how to pick them,
Junction at the top of the stairs. She gave a curious glance down General Tilney’s corridor, but she
I failed her. And she's out of my life. I don't even know where she's living. What she's doing to get through the days. And I miss her. Every single day, I miss her.
I just think sometimes, they were kids once. They ran about the park kicking a football. They had things they wanted to be. Nobody dreams about being that guy there. Nobody sets out to be like him. An...
You know, I've often wondered. It's pretty clear what they were up to in Sodom, but what do you suppose the sin of Gomorrah was?' Carol asked.
I'm not into little boys till they're old enough to have their own credit card.
If I didn't like her so much, I'd hate her.
If you want to last more than five minutes as a private investigator, you've got to have the instincts of a chameleon. Gumshoes that stand out in the crowd are as much use to the client as a chocolate...
As Richard has pointed out on several occasions, I subscribe to the irregular verb theory of life: I am a trained investigator, you have a healthy curiosity, she/he is a nosy parker.
Without work, without direction, his thoughts were like a hamster on a wheel, circling and dancing with no destination and no possibility of arrival. With
It was a source of constant disappointment to Catherine Morland that her life did not more closely resemble her books. Or rather, that the books in which she found its likeness were so unexciting.
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