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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 152947c | I married a cop." "I told you not to." Now he laughed, and kissed her again where her brow had furrowed. "And would I listen? I'm damn good at being married to a cop." | J.D. Robb | ||
| d4b3a99 | Eve didn't get it, just didn't get it. Who the hell decided everyone was supposed to go mad with romance and gift buying on some random day in February? Hadn't everybody just gone mad with good cheer and gift buying in December? ....... When would it end? | J.D. Robb | ||
| e1c1ceb | Bad guys, in their various forms, on their various levels, didn't take time off. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 09cf9e4 | But he knows me better than I figured. He knows she matters to me." "And he'll count on that messing you up. You gonna let it?" | J.D. Robb | ||
| 0386ded | Her eyes met his in the mirror. "When I take her down, she's going to pay for this." Eve tapped fingers lightly over her jaw. "And she won't look so fucking pretty when I toss her in a cage." "Girl fight? Can I watch?" "Pervert." She stepped away, into the shower, and ordered the jets on full at a blistering temperature." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 46e314f | They are not to be scarfed, the cinnamon sticky bun, but savored. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 2f02ee3 | Ah . . . listen. It's better for your case, and your fancy lawyers would back me up, if you and I aren't seen running around together. Primary investigator and defendant. It doesn't look good." "You mean I can't--" Mavis shut her mouth, regrouped. "All right then, we won't go running around together. Leonardo can work here. Roarke won't mind, will you?" "On the contrary." He took a satisfied drag on his cigarette. "I think it's a perfect so.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| ccb11c8 | Hastings hunched at the rickety table in Interview Room C, doing a pretty good job of looking bored. The dribbles of sweat along his temples were the only sign he was feeling the heat. Eve dropped into the chair across from him, flashed a big, friendly smile. "Hey. Thanks for dropping by." "Kiss my white, dimpled ass." "As tempting as that is, I'm afraid I'm not allowed to make such personal contact." "You kicked my balls, you oughta be abl.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| cafed79 | Jesus, Peabody." Amazed, Eve slid out into traffic. "You checked out her ass?" "I check out everyone's ass. It's a hobby." "Get a new one. Like . . . bird-watching or something." "Bird-watching? In New York?" | J.D. Robb | ||
| 071fc61 | I slept in myself, didn't get up until about nine." "Has anyone looked outside, checked to see if the world is still spinning on its axis?" "At which time," he continued dryly, "I had a workout--I had souffle, too. Then, before I came down here to enjoy one of my gifts, I worked about an hour in my office." | roarke romance sweet | J.D. Robb | |
| a37edac | Only a few leaves of deep red remain on the otherwise bare limbs of the maples; the oak leaves are russet and wrinkled; briefly through the trees is the glimpse of the bay, flat and steel-gray today with the overcast November sky. | Elizabeth Strout | ||
| 9781634 | Their laughter seemed to have turned into low whispering now. It never ceases to amaze me, the things they find interesting, amusing or unusual. I can only assume they've led very sheltered lives. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 61eb87c | He had the look of a gazelle or an impala, one of those boring beige animals with large, round eyes on the side of its face. The kind of animal that always gets eaten by a leopard in the end. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| ac0d8b9 | What, I wondered, was the point of me? I contributed nothing to the world, absolutely nothing, and I took nothing from it either. When I ceased to exist, it would make no material difference to anyone. Most people's absence from the world would be felt on a personal level by at least a handful of people. I, however, had no one. I do not light up a room when I walk into it. No one longs to see me or to hear my voice. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| e1f1f11 | I'd worked out that social success is often built on pretending just a little. Popular people sometimes have to laugh at things they don't find very funny, do things they don't particularly want to, with people whose company they don't particularly enjoy. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 4e15c9e | They choose things like plates, bowls and cutlery--I mean, what are they doing at the moment: shoveling food from packets into their mouths with their bare hands? I simply fail to see how the act of legally formalizing a human relationship necessitates friends, family and coworkers upgrading the contents of their kitchen for them. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| cba93da | She certainly seems to have a life, not just an existence. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| cde92a1 | I did sometimes wonder what it would be like to have someone - a cousing, say, or a sibling - to call in times of need, or even just to spend unplanned time with. Some who knows you, cares about you, who wants the best for you. A houseplant, however attractive and robust, doesn't quite cut the mustard, unfortunately. Pointless to speculate, though. I had no one, and it was futile to wish it was otherwise. After all, it was no more than I de.. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| a9942b2 | if a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? And if a woman who's wholly alone occasionally talks to a pot plant, is she certifiable? | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 758acdd | The only criterion I have is that the books must look clean, which means that I have to disregard a lot of potential reading material in the charity shop. I don't use the library for the same reason, althought obviously, in principle and reality, libraries are life-enhancing palaces of wonder. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 971a806 | As if a silver in the egg-and-spoon race was some sort of compensation for not understanding how to use an apostrophe. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| f8594d1 | Tiny slivers of life--they all added up and helped you to feel that you too could be a fragment, a little piece of humanity who usefully filled a space, however minuscule. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 767aee6 | Sport is a mystery to me. In primary school, sports day was the one day of the year when the less academically gifted students could triumph, winning prizes for jumping fastest in a sack, or running from Point A to Point B more quickly than their classmates. How they loved to wear those badges on their blazers the next day! As if a silver in the egg-and-spoon race was some sort of compensation for not understanding how to use an apostrophe. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 60c901b | All around me, grown-up voices called out, "Amen!" as if the word was a hall pass into Heaven." -- | Jane Yolen | ||
| 7064dd8 | Like the piano player, I have memory in my fingertips. I watch words spill out creating worlds, inventing colors, bridging generations. | Jane Yolen | ||
| 5391494 | Welcome to Neverland," Peter said, as if this were supposed to be a big surprise. Darla took her hand away from his. "It's smaller than I thought it would be," she said. This time she looked right at him." | Jane Yolen | ||
| f2dbbae | her eyes are unfathomable to me, hostile, even, as if she had removed herself to a place where I cannot reach her - somewhere I cannot know. | eating-disorder emotional-barriers emotional-disengagement emotional-distance emotional-pain mental-illness miles-away | Carol Lee | |
| 5b0ec64 | He thinks I'm an angel. What would an angel say? | Jahnna N. Malcolm | ||
| 37175af | Begin at the beginning," Miss Perkins urged. "And when you get to the end, stop." | Jahnna N. Malcolm | ||
| 24e78bf | I have walked all my life through this tarnished world. After she walked out of Toronto with her brother, after that first unremembered year, her brother had been plagued by nightmares. "The road," he'd always said, when she shook him awake and asked what he'd been dreaming of. He'd said, "I hope you never remember it." | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| abf05e0 | When you think of how the world's changed in your lifetime, what do you think about?" "I think of killing." Her gaze was steady. "Really? Why?" "Have you ever had to do it?" Francois sighed. He didn't like to think about it. "I was surprised in the woods once." "I've been surprised too." It was evening, and Francois had lit a candle in the library. It stood in the middle of a plastic tub, for safety. The candlelight softened the scar on Kir.. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 925a0e9 | Kolase einai e apousia ton anthropon pou lakhtaras | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 5d148c5 | AT FIRST THE PEOPLE in the Severn City Airport counted time as though they were only temporarily stranded. This was difficult to explain to young people in the following decades, but in all fairness, the entire history of being stranded in airports up to that point was also a history of eventually becoming unstranded, of boarding a plane and flying away. At first it seemed inevitable that the National Guard would roll in at any moment with .. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| c71ce6b | She didn't remember what airplanes had looked like in flight but she did remember being inside one. The memory was sharper than most of her other memories from the time before, which she thought must mean that this had been very close to the end. She would have been seven or eight years old, and she'd gone to New York City with her mother, though she didn't remember why. She remembered flying back to Toronto at night, her mother drinking a .. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| eb7b1d6 | There was a school here now, in Concourse C. Like educated children everywhere, the children in the airport school memorized abstractions: the airplanes outside once flew through the air. You could use an airplane to travel to the other side of the world, but--the schoolteacher was a man who'd had frequent-flyer status on two airlines--when you were on an airplane you had to turn off your electronic devices before takeoff and landing, devic.. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 28e1f14 | On two separate occasions he's told people in Los Angeles that he's from Canada and they've asked about igloos. An allegedly well-educated New Yorker once listened carefully to his explanation of where he's from--southwestern British Columbia, an island between Vancouver Island and the mainland--and then asked, apparently in all seriousness, if this means he grew up near Maine. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 9615e8b | Miranda," he said. "How long has it been?" This seemed to her a silly question. She'd assumed, she realized, that everyone remembers the date of their divorce, the same way everyone remembers their wedding date. "Eleven years," she said." | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 670e55c | She loved details, and the world, and inevitably became lost in both. Violently beautiful sunsets could reduce her to tears. She was virtually incapacitated by fireflies. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 9c20ca7 | And here, all momentum left him. He could go no farther. The theater tickets had been intended as a romantic gesture, a let's-do-something-romantic-because-all-we-do-is-fight, and she'd abandoned him there, she'd left him onstage performing CPR on a dead actor and gone home, and now she wanted him to buy milk. Now that he'd stopped walking, Jeevan was cold. His toes were numb. All the magic of the storm had left him, and the happiness he'd .. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 7e4f295 | They are always waiting, the people of the Undersea. They spend all their lives waiting for their lives to begin. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 4d26a21 | Of all of them there at the bar that night, the bartender was the one who survived the longest. He died three weeks later on the road out of the city. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 1e9a6ef | You know what bothered me about it? Everyone was supposedly committed to the pursuit of truth and beauty, or at least one of those things, but no one was actually doing anything about it, and it seemed all wrong to me. The inertia, I mean. The inertia made everything seem fraudulent. There we were, talking about art, but no one was doing anything except Lilia. She was taking pictures. She spoke four languages." "Five." "You're counting Ru.. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 15a507f | So this is how it ends, she thought, when the call was over, and she was soothed by the banality of it. You get a phone call in a foreign country, and just like that the man with whom you once thought you'd grow old has departed from this earth. | Emily St. John Mandel | ||
| 3b857a0 | The king stood in a pool of blue light, unmoored. | shakespeare | Emily St. John Mandel |