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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f4f8cad | Look. I'm your expert consultant for a rather pathetic monetary wage, and under that agreement I have the option of selecting a technical assistant. He's mine." She blew out a breath, paced to the window. Paced back. "Not just yours. It makes him mine, too. I don't know how to deal with a teenaged type person." "Ah, well, I'd say you'd deal with him as you deal with everyone else. You order him around, and if he argues or doesn't jump quick.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 3dcdffc | You enjoyed your honeymoon?" Christ, she thought, when was someone going to ask if she'd enjoyed being fucked around the world and into outer space? "Yes, sir. Thank you." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 2f5cbcd | You'll stay in the surveillance vehicle and assist McNab. Any arguments from you, Detective?" she said, looking at McNab. "No. No, sir, Lieutenant." He patted Peabody on the back. "You okay, honey?" "No honeys!" Eve pulled at her hair. "There are no honeys on an op, for sweet Christ's sake. Keep it up, just keep it up, and I'm having one of you transferred to Queens." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 123227e | If you knew her, you'd understand Eve is no one's mark. Regardless, I wouldn't betray her for anything. Or anyone. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 86ef478 | Well, stop it or . . . Crap, is that Drunk Santa currently mooning passing traffic?" "Wow, that's some ugly ass he's got there. It is Drunk Santa. Oh, please, do we have to stop? Think of the smell. Fear it." "We can't leave that ugly ass hanging out on Ninth Avenue." Resigned, Eve started to pull over, then spotted two hustling beat cops. Pitying them, she kept going. "It's a Christmas miracle," Peabody said, reverently." | humour peabody | J.D. Robb | |
| 2385f0b | I'm so hungry, comrade! It has been days since we ate those two raccoons!' 'I know comrade. I'm even beginning to wish we had some of your homemade quiche!' 'Oh comrade! Do you mean it?' 'Hey--Hey! None of that! If you ever tell anyone I said that, I'll deny it! | quiche stupid-stupid-rat-creatures | Jeff Smith | |
| 53d333e | The smile that curled his lips was as arrogant as it was beautiful. "You need to accept the fact that you're Orange and that you're always going to be alone because of it." A measure of calm had returned to Clancy's voice. His nostrils flared when I tried to turn the door handle again. He slammed both hands against it to keep me from going anywhere, towering over me. "I saw what you want," Clancy said. "And it's not your parents. It's not e.. | oranges ruby-daly | Alexandra Bracken | |
| a3163ee | I am," said Tessa. "I am Theresa Gray, daughter of a Greater Demon and Elizabeth Gray, who was born Adele Starkweather, one of your kind. I was the wife of William Herondale, who was the head of the London Institute, and I was the mother of James and Lucie Herondale. Will and I raised our Shadowhunter children to protect by the Laws of the Clave and Covenant, and to keep to the Accords." | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 2faab38 | People seem to like me better with makeup on, for some reason," I said. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged, apparently as stumped as I was." | Gail Honeyman | ||
| b8e3716 | I did not own any Tupperware, having no need of it until this point. I could go to a department store to purchase some. That seemed to be the sort of thing that a woman of my age and social circumstances might do. Exciting! | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 233a1ba | I'm responsible. I chose to put myself in a situation where I'm responsible, wanting to look after her, a small, dependent, vulnerable creature. It's innate and I don't even have to think about it. It's like breathing -- for some people. | responsibility | Gail Honeyman | |
| e7175cb | You forget that the world is full of ordinary decent people like yourselves, good Samaritans who'll stop and help a soul in need. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 22f1301 | He unpacks his bag of tales with fingers quick as a weaver's picking the weft threads threading the warp. Watch his fingers. Watch his lips speaking the old familiar words: All those threads pulling us back to another world, another time, when goosegirls married well and frogs could rhyme, when maids spoke syllables of pearl and stepmothers came to grief. .... (from poem) | Jane Yolen | ||
| ac04259 | Passover isn't about eating, Hannah," her mother began at last, sighing and pushing her fingers through her silver-streaked hair. "You could have fooled me," Hannah muttered." | Jane Yolen | ||
| c8e4de5 | Do not expect too much from your child and she will grow in your love... But if you push her too much, you will push her away. A child is not yours to own but to raise. She may not be what you will have her to be, but she will be what she has to be. Remember what they say, that 'Wood may remain twenty years in the water, but it is still not a fish. | daughter family parenthood parenting | Jane Yolen | |
| d22d4d7 | For it began to occur to him that one way to become private was to respect another's privacy. | Jane Yolen | ||
| 29af758 | Happy-ever-after is a fairy-tale notion, not history. I know of no woman who escaped from Chelmno alive. | Jane Yolen | ||
| 8694a93 | A mist still lay all about the walls and floors, hovering like a last breath on the lips of all the sleepers. As he walked through the castle, he marveled at how many lay asleep: the good people, the not-so-good, the young people and the not-so-young, and not one of them stirring. Not one. | Jane Yolen | ||
| 0356cd9 | The disorientation of meeting one's sagging contemporaries, memories of a younger face crashing into the reality of jowls, under-eye pouches, unexpected lines, and then the terrible realization that one probably looks just as old as they do. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 80f0a38 | The boy turns to his parents and for an instant in the twilight he looks like his namesake, like Jeevan's brother. He comes to them, the moment already passed, and Jeevan lifts him into his arms to kiss the silk of his hair. Always these memories, barely submerged. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 75555a3 | See, that illustrates the whole problem," Dieter said. "The best Shakespearean actress in the whole territory, and her favourite line of text is from ." | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 0e74390 | Stop looking for me. I'm not missing; I do not want to be found. I wish to remain vanishing. I don't want to go home. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| c3c9f72 | High-functioning sleepwalkers, essentially. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 1f0c9c2 | She is beautiful in a way that makes people forget what they were going to say when they look at her. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| e49e3e9 | Did this happen to all actors, this blurring of borders between performance and life? | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| a7fd798 | The important things in life always happened by accident. At fifteen she didn't know much, in fact, with each passing year she was a lot less clear about most things. But this much she did know. You could worry yourself sick trying to be a better person, spend a thousand sleepless nights figuring out how to live clean and decent and honest, you could make a plan and bolt it in place, kneel by your bed every night and swear to God you'd stic.. | Nicholas Evans | ||
| fa2ce1d | She has a fixation on love. Strong trouble. The girl left her window open one clear night and it crawled into her body while she was asleep. There's no spell can cure it. | daughter-of-fortune fixation love | Isabel Allende | |
| ac72672 | Because I have time to spare, and for the first time in my life nobody expects anything of me. I don't have to prove anything, I'm not rushing everywhere; each day is a gift I enjoy to the fullest. | Isabel Allende | ||
| c6709eb | You have a magnificent moustache. You must be very proud of it. | Marian Keyes | ||
| 14c6fa8 | Get over it, and if you can't get over it, get over talking about it. | Marian Keyes | ||
| cab085e | He seemed wild and dangerous and carefree--well, he would, would'nt he? What were motorcycles and black leather pants if not the uniform of a wild, dangerous and carefree man? | Marian Keyes | ||
| 96b7d3a | When I opened my case in the hotel, he gestured excitedly at my snakeskin sandals, turquoise suede wedges and silver-speckled jellies. "But you've loads of shoes," he bellowed joyfully. I shook my head sadly. Men just don't get it, do they? They're definitely missing the shoe chromosome." | men relationships shopping | Marian Keyes | |
| 42feb35 | The band did a salute to Stephen Foster and played 'Beautiful Dreamer' and we formed a bed. Then we played 'My Old Kentucky Home' while the majorettes slowly pranced like horses. We finished with 'I Dream of Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair', we formed a comb. Miss Philpot is running out of ideas if you ask me. | Fannie Flagg | ||
| faee8b6 | All those calm, adult discussions. When all she really wanted to do was scream for her momma, her sweet momma, the one person in the world who loved her better than anyone ever would or ever could. | mother mother-s-love | Fannie Flagg | |
| 303713b | No wife wants to hear that her husband is less than perfect. | love perfect shopaholic wife | Sophie Kinsella | |
| 19cd90f | If you look good, you feel good | looking-good sexy shopaholic | Sophie Kinsella | |
| a0659b5 | Material possessions aren't important to me," I say breathlessly. "All that matters to me is yoga." | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| c39d0d4 | She believes in love and romance. She believes her life is one day going to be transformed into something wonderful and exciting. She has hopes and fears and worries, just like anyone. Sometimes she feels frightened.' He pauses, and adds in a softer voice, 'Sometimes she feels unloved. Sometimes she feels she will never gain approval from those people who are most important to her.' As I stare at Jack's warm, serious face on the screen, I f.. | KINSELLA SOPHIE | ||
| 930d0ec | Make-up artists should hereby get the Nobel prize for adding to human happiness. And so should hairdressers. And so should Luke. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 00b54ee | But that's what happens in life. People find new friends and new sisters. It's called natural selection. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 2e41359 | Becky! Love!" Mum has pushed her way through her dancing guests to reach me. "What's wrong? Has labor started?" Honestly. My family has no idea about contemporary urban street dance trends." | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 0330aeb | grief is long and messy and horrible--but it's not an illness. And you cope how you cope. There's no 'well' about it. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| f045e97 | You can't switch sides!" I glare at him in fury. "I was never on your side," retorts Lorcan. "Your side is the nutty side." | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| a822f7e | You've gone back to the way you used to be before. The way you promised you'd never be again. | Sophie Kinsella |