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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 1bcaf31 | Mm-hmm. You know, lip dye isn't a crime in this state. You ought to try it." "I've been kind of busy." "You're always kind of busy. You're not using the eye gel I gave you. You can't find a minute twice a day for eye gel? You want bags and wrinkles? You got the finest piece of man-candy on and off planet, and you want him looking at your face with bags and wrinkles? What are you going to do when he dumps you for a woman who takes time to ma.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 55fe1fd | It's so difficult for two shy people to manage. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 5090c1b | She thought she'd get out clean, but the foyer monitor blinked on as she reached for her jacket. "Going somewhere, Lieutenant?" "Jesus, Roarke, why not just knock me over the head with a blunt instrument. Keeping tabs on me?" "As often as possible. Wear your coat if you're going out. That jacket isn't warm enough for this weather." "I'm just going into Central for a couple of hours." "Wear the coat," he repeated, "and the gloves in the pock.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 4e9cf29 | He'd walked into her life, and everything had changed. He'd found her; she'd found him--and all those dark places inside both of them had gotten a little smaller, a little brighter. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 94d67e3 | Darling Eve!" The Irish was a bit more ripe in the voice, and no, the eyes not as stunningly blue. But Julian Cross hit the gorgeous mark, and moved well. In fact he moved straight to Eve, yanked her into a quick, hard kiss, with a hint of tongue. "Hey!" "I couldn't help it." The not-quite-blue-enough eyes twinkled at her. "I feel like we're close." "Think that again and they'll have to write a fat lip into your next scene." She caught Roar.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| ab812ab | I know love, and what it does to you, for you. I know that it can bloom out of friendship, or that friendship can open out of love. Both are precious. And when you have both, there's little that can't be done. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 14ad365 | Oh shit, oh shit, stupid shower present!" Now she did pull her hair as she made the dash to her office. Roarke sat in her visitor's chair, comfortably involved with his PPC. He glanced up, let loose a regretful sigh. "You changed. And I didn't have any time to ogle you in uniform." "I have to go shopping!" Staring at her, Roarke pressed his fingertips to his temple. "I'm sorry, I believe I must have had a small stroke. What did you .. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 26ccce8 | I wasn't going to have dessert, but it was right there, all gooey and sweet. It's like sex. I mean, when it's right there, what are you supposed to do? I wasn't going to have that either--sex--with my parents bunking in the office, but, well, it was right there." "I'll tolerate the gooey and sweet, Peabody, but I'm not thinking about you having sex with McNab, especially in the same sentence as 'my parents.'" "I think they had sex, too." Ev.. | sex eve-dallas peabody | J.D. Robb | |
| e433f8f | The music room's in the next wing. We can have coffee and brandy there." "I doubt we'd share the same taste in music, Roarke." "You might be surprised," he murmured, "at what we share." He touched her cheek again, this time sliding his hand around until it cupped the back of her neck. "At what we will share." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 6710a2f | Peabody, with me." She waited until they were back in her office. "Don't hover over McNab like that." "Sir?" "You hover over him, you're going to make him think you're worried." "I am worried. The twenty-four-" "Worry all you want, dump on me if you need to. But don't let him see it. He's starting to fray, and he's trying hard not to show it. You try just as hard not to show it. If you need to vent, go out there on the kitchen terrace. Scre.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| e378788 | Neither of them knew what it was to be family, to have family, to make a family. They knew cruelty, abuse, abandonment. She wondered if that was why they had come together. They both understood what it was to have nothing, to know fear and hunger and despair- and both had remade themselves. | roarke | J.D. Robb | |
| 059980e | Are you okay?" "I don't know. I have to think about it." Her head was still spinning. "We're on the lawn," she said slowly. "Our clothes are torn. I'm pretty sure I have the imprint of your fingers dented into my butt." "I did my best," he murmured. She snickered first, then chuckled, then broke into fits of giddy, hiccupping laughter. "Jesus, Roarke, Jesus Christ, look at us." "In a minute. I think I'm still partially blind." | J.D. Robb | ||
| c7c8d01 | Then we'd better stop her." Coating the hammering fear with calming ice, Roarke worked precisely. "I'm not losing my wife today. I need more shagging light here." | J.D. Robb | ||
| b4bae04 | Love, Eve thought, came in all colors, shapes, and sizes. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 459d83a | He's a fine young man, and one who loves you without restrictions. Finding a mate, a true one, is a rare and precious thing." And the heart of the heart, she thought. Yes, he'd found that, too. "I don't even know how it happened, but even when he pisses me off, I'm grateful every day it did." "The best possible description for a good marriage." | J.D. Robb | ||
| cd4e1d0 | She wondered why two people who loved each other to the point of stupid managed to aggravate each other as often as they seemed to. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 9a446ab | Marriage is a series of promises. | J.D. Robb | ||
| c8311fb | I'm hungry.' 'Me too.' 'Will you get us something to eat?' 'I suppose I could take a look around. Maybe find a baby bird or a dead squirrel, or something. One word about a quiche, and I'll kill you.' 'While you're up there, try to find some nice, soft grasses we can sit on and be more comfortable.' 'Yes, comrade. ... Here. I found some eggs to suck on.' 'Did you remember to get the grasses?' 'No. I forgot.' 'Are you going to get the grasses.. | humour quiche stupid-stupid-rat-creatures | Jeff Smith | |
| 8ed49bf | It was too hot inside the hospital and the floors squeaked. There was a hand-gel dispenser outside the ward, and a big yellow sign above it read Do Not Drink. Did people actually drink sanitizing hand gel? I supposed they must--hence the sign. Part of me, a very small sliver, briefly considered dipping my head to taste a drop, purely because I'd been ordered not to. No, Eleanor, I told myself. Curb your rebellious tendencies. Stick to tea, .. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 5e0830b | I have always enjoyed reading, but I've never been sure how to select appropriate material. There are so many books in the world--how do you tell them all apart? How do you know which one will match your tastes and interests? | Gail Honeyman | ||
| e283478 | But as the scissors snip-snapped through her hair and the razor shaved the rest, she realized with a sudden awful panic that she could no longer recall anything from the past. I cannot remember, she whispered to herself. I cannot remember. She's been shorn of memory as brutally as she'd been shorn of her hair, without permission, without reason... Gone, all gone, she thought again wildly, no longer even sure what was gone, what she was mour.. | Jane Yolen | ||
| 109931f | Toward the end of his second decade in the airport, Clark was thinking about how lucky he'd been. Not just the mere fact of survival, which was of course remarkable in and of itself, but to have seen one world end and another begin. And not just to have seen the remembered splendors of the former world, the space shuttles and the electrical grid and the amplified guitars, the computers that could be held in the palm of a hand and the high-s.. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 590b0e0 | You know where I'm from," he said, and she understood what he meant by this. Once we lived on an island in the ocean. Once we took the ferry to go to high school, and at night the sky was brilliant in the absence of all these city lights. Once we paddled canoes to the lighthouse to look at petroglyphs and fished for salmon and walked through deep forests, but all of this was completely unremarkable because everyone else we knew did these th.. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 07134ed | Cold rain, the sidewalk shining, the shhh of car tires on the wet street. Thinking about the terrible gulf of years between eighteen and fifty. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 35afdf4 | I've heard of a dozen prophets over the years. It's not an uncommon occupation. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| e0ef660 | standing on a stool on his wondrously functional pre-Libya legs, the bullet that would sever his spinal cord still twenty-five years away but already approaching: a woman giving birth to a child who will someday pull the trigger on a gun, a designer sketching the weapon or its precursor, a dictator making a decision that will spark in the fullness of time into the conflagration that Frank will go overseas to cover for Reuters, the pieces of.. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 52e32d7 | that in itself age doesn't make anyone better or wiser, but only accentuates what they have always been. | Isabel Allende | ||
| 54b7e45 | I brought a picture with me that I had at home, of a girl in a swing with a castle and pretty blue bubbles in the background, to hang in my room, but that nurse here said the girl was naked from the waist up and not appropriate. You know, I've had that picture for fifty years and I never knew she was naked. If you ask me, I don't think the old men they've got here can see well enough to notice that she's bare-breasted. But, this is a Method.. | perception | Fannie Flagg | |
| fd59fd5 | Remember, if people talk about you behind your back, it only means you are two steps ahead of them. | Fannie Flagg | ||
| d55ce1d | In her opinion, Alexander Graham Bell and Clarence Birdseye are the two greatest Americans that ever lived excluding Robert E. Lee. She believes we never lost the War Between the States, that General Lee thought was the butler and just naturally handed him his sword. | ulysses-s-grant robert-e-lee | Fannie Flagg | |
| 1a4d50b | I want him." "I'm sorry?" I peer at her, flicking my mobile open out of habit. "The man I just met. I felt it, right here. The sizzle." She presses her concave stomach. "I want to dance with him." | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| cab64e1 | Just because of that one disastrous blind date she had last year, where the guy turned out to be fifty-nine, not thirty-nine (He claimed it was a typo. Yeah, I'm sure his finger just happened to slip two spaces to the left). | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| ce403d0 | Suddenly I've had enough of all this. I've had enough of being made to feel insecure and paranoid and wondering what's going on | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 9c5b64f | Oh, please. If she's going to use Mr. Darcy to prop up her arguments, I give up. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 128b4c4 | If love is easy, you're not doing it right. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| d174de6 | Six minutes isn't sex," I hear him | sex nathaniel samantha-sweeting | Sophie Kinsella The Undomestic Goddess | |
| 880315d | The atmosphere in the admin department also seemed very false. My suspicions were aroused when two employees spontaneously started singing the Panther Corporation song. I didn't even know there was a Panther Corporation song. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| ee593f8 | Have you ever shaken up a compass and seen the arrow whirling around, trying to find a place to settle?" says Alex abruptly. "Well, that's my brain. It's all over the place." | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 5957978 | Even when you think you have lost yourself, love can still find you. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| d737b94 | The parents are in charge of all the stuff like technology in the house and time on screens and hours on social media, but then their computer goes wrong and they're like a baby, going, "What happened to my document?" "I can't get Facebook." "How do I load a picture? Double-click what? What does that mean?" And we have to sort it out for them." | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 15bc693 | The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| ffd14f3 | The ancestral voices were prophesying war because ancestral voices never shut up, and they hate to be wrong, and war is a sure thing, sooner or later. | war the-blind-assassin prophesy | Margaret Atwood | |
| bda31e0 | Gender roles suck," says Swift Fox. Then you should stop playing them, thinks Toby." | women manipulation gender-roles | Margaret Atwood | |
| 2b5fdd3 | I was taking something away from her, although she didn't know it. I was filching. Never mind that it was something she apparently didn't want or had no use for, had rejected even; still, it was hers, and if I took it away, this mysterious "it" I couldn't quite define." | romance | Margaret Atwood |