Memory is always in art, even when it works involuntarily.

Many who have learnedfrom Hesiod the countless namesof gods and monstersnever understandthat night and day are one

Laughing, Bailey still put on a little frown. I want a man to cuddle. Tucker stopped kissing Maddy long enough to look at Bailey. Everyone needs love. Even the dipshit. I’ll find someone for you. Tuck...

Just shut your mouth, you ignorant twat.Aw, Dallas, he called me a twat. How come you get to be a bitch, but I only get to be a twat.It's the rank, Eve told her. You'll make bitch one day. Thanks. Tha...

It's a very bad habit to put off disagreeable things...

It hardly mattered. She was tired of waiting for him to acknowledge who he was. Tired of donning a false mask of gaiety when she was so much more—felt so much more—beneath. No one had ever noticed her...

It all jibed, and the books would close on Jasper as death by misadventure. Unofficially, Eve labeled it death by stupidity, but there wasn't a place on the sheet for that particular observation. - Lt...

Isn't it supposed to be like this? He smiled. The glory of first love, and all that. It's incredible, isn't it, the difference between reading about something, seeing it in the pictures, and experienc...

In fact, Eric said, as he went to the front door, I'd throw it away entirely. Maybe burn it.He left, closing the door behind him very quietly.I knew, as sure as I knew my name, that tomorrow he would...

If it's meant to happen, it'll happen.

I want the capital-G God the televangelists claim moves tornadoes out of their paths. The one who cures cancer and arthritis in the faithful, the God professional athletes thank for taking an interest...

I know you are tired, Fireheart. I know that the burden on your shoulders is more than anyone should endure. But we'll face this together. Erawan, the Lock, all of it. We'll face it together... We'll...

I don't think anybody'd remember and certainly do know everybody'd lie. The reason I'm so bitter and, as I said, 'in anguish,' nowadays, or one of the reasons, is that everybody's begun to lie and bec...

I can't tell you—oh I can't tell you—how awful—how sort of unlivable—everything is now—like a great black wall in front of me—Something's got to smash.

His heart found something that it doesn't want to live without, he whispered.

God made women too beautiful and their memories too long.

For a moment she stared at him, panting, breathless and wordless, it seemed, with rage.He'd had no idea she would respond to his capture of her queen so violently.It was rather arousing.

Englishmen are so odd. They are like a nest of Chinese boxes. It takes a very long time to get to the centre of them. When one gets there the result is unrewarding, but the process is instructive and...

Does love survive? Yes, I thought, somewhere in some place it is saved and made sacred.

Call me Ishmael. Some years ago--never mind how long precisely--having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the...