Richard has informed me he is shopping for his white picket fence. I'm happy behind my black wrought iron fence. The one with the pointy spikes on top. White never really was my color.
He was a heavy breather. You could hear him puffing and blowing into the mike up there like some large and sweaty animal. I don't like that, never have. My father is like that on the telephone. A lot...
Craziness is only a matter of degree, and there are lots of people besides me who have the urge to roll heads. They go to stock-car races and the horror movies and the wrestling matches they have in P...
I think nature's imagination Is so much greater than man's, she's never going to let us relax
I'm not sure there are enough white roses in the world to make me forget Richard. I held up my hand before she could interrupt. But I'm not sure there are enough cozy afternoons in all eternity to mak...
It wasn't just my beast's hunger, but Jean-Claude's blood thirst and Richard's craving for flesh. It was all that and the ardeur running through all of it, so that one hunger fed into the next in an e...
Herk threw up the mouse, the hamburger he'd eaten for lunch, and some pasty glop that looked like tomato soup. He was just starting to ask his mother what was going on when she threw up. And there, in...
You've got a shitty habit, you know it? I've noticed it on all those TV drive-safely pitches that you do. You breathe in people's ears. You sound like a stallion in heat, Philbrick. That's a shitty ha...
Mr. Grace sounded like a very small child, helpless, hopeless. I had made him fuck himself with his own big tool, like one of those weird experiences you read about in the Penthouse Forum. I had taken...
You don’t have any apples to offer while you’re at it, do you? she asked sourly.Satan tempting Eve in the garden? Not a terribly flattering role for me, is it? And you’re overdressed for the part.Amy’...
You were wrong, he murmured ruefully, resting his cheek on top of Amy’s head. You weren’t safe with me.I feel like Psyche kissing Cupid in the dark, Amy said dreamily.Richard drew Amy’s arms around hi...
Richard was a riddle with no answer, and I was tired of playing a game I couldn't win.
...you'll find that being a friend is to like a person for who they are, even the parts you don't understand. You don't have to understand, or do the same, or live their lives for them. If you truly c...
In that case, it's good that you're a human Cuisinart, she said.I'm sorry?A Cuisinart. It's an appliance from the Broken. You put vegetables into it, push a button, and it chops them into tiny pieces....
If she died as a result of this journey, it wouldn't be because of slavers. It would be because Richard's inability to communicate would give her a heart attack.
He balled his hand into a fist. You are such a bitch. Woof, woof, I said.
In the year 2025, the best men don't run for president, they run for their lives. . . .
Are you happy here? I said at last.He considered this for a moment. Not particularly, he said. But you're not very happy where you are, either.
A rap at the back door made her jump, and she peered through the window for a long time before she eased open the door a crack. She left the security chain on. 'What do you want, Richard?'Richard Morr...
I'd appreciate it if in the future when you come up with a plan that makes a hardened criminal pause, you could at least give me the gist of it ahead of time. In broad strokes.
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