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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 98fe240 | Did you do something crazy, like cut it all off?" "Well," I said, "not all." "But it's real short, right?" "Yeah, but --" "Why did you do it?" | Ann M. Martin | ||
| 36abe44 | Dawn be so rotten? | Ann M. Martin | ||
| 51b8a99 | After all, you can't force a friendship. | friendship idea summer | Ann M. Martin | |
| 76bac20 | I think beaches kind of get in your blood, and if you grow up near one you never feel quite right when you're away from it. | Ann M. Martin | ||
| e2df5c1 | It was like they sent out a beacon that screamed "I'm incredibly datable," and I sent out a beacon that screamed, "Look at the two other options right next to me." | Maggie Ann Martin | ||
| a6a414c | at eight A.M. We landed in Los Angeles five hours later, but our connecting flight was delayed for four hours. Well, L.A. time is two hours later than Hawaii time, so it was dinner hour when we boarded the next plane for another five-hour flight that actually put us in New York eight hours later, because of the three-hour time change. Then, after waiting forty-five minutes for our luggage, we took an hour-and-a-half limo ride from New York .. | Ann M. Martin | ||
| 2d65800 | I am Rose Howard and my first name has a homonym. To be accurate, it has a homophone, which is a word that's pronounced the same as another word, but spelled differently. My homophone name is Rows. | Ann M. Martin | ||
| 2a99c4d | What's fun about homonyms is hearig a word in a sentence and suddenly realizing that it has a homonym or maybe two (or three, but that's so rare I don't often think about homonym quartets) and that you haven't thought of that homonym pair or trio before. | Ann M. Martin | ||
| 5ebddd9 | For the first time in my life, I'm being sent home with weekly progress reports that I have to give to my father. The reports are written by Mrs. Leibler and read and signed by Mrs. Kushel, which is my teachers' way of saying that they're in agreement about my behavior. The reports list all my notable behaviors for Monday through Friday. Some of the comments are nice such as the ones about when I participate appropriately in a classroom d.. | Ann M. Martin | ||
| b84be3c | Rain and I have routines. We like routines. | Ann M. Martin | ||
| 5636bed |
Si chino per accarezzarmi. Fece scorrere la mano lungo la schiena e poi sotto al mento. < |
love animals dog | Ann M. Martin | |
| 365115c | True, I played, fought and studied with other children, but always I stood apart within. ... A cosmic loneliness was my shadow. | Valerie Boyd | ||
| 1fa7e70 | Qwilleran's Siamese cat was a celebrity at the Press Club. Koko's portrait hung in the lobby along with Pulitzer Prize winners, and he was probably the only cat in the history of journalism who had his own press card signed by the chief of police. Although Qwilleran's suspicious nature and inquisitive mind had brought a few criminals to justice, it was commonly understood at the Press Club that the brains behind his success belonged to a fe.. | Lilian Jackson Braun | ||
| 63837c1 | The Madame deplored fat men. They had no laps, and of what use is a lapless human? Nevertheless, she gave him the common courtesy of a sniff at his trouser cuffs and immediately backed away, twitching her nose and showing her teeth. | Lilian Jackson Braun | ||
| 87a0e5d | His wise parent disapproved of this uncatly conduct; it indicated a certain lack of character, and no good would come of it. By her own example she tried to guide him. When dinner was served she gave the plate a haughty sniff and walked away, no matter how tempting the dish. That was the way it was done by any self-respecting feline. In a minute or two she returned and condescended to dine, but never with open enthusiasm. | Lilian Jackson Braun | ||
| 9520573 | My days keep getting shorter. When I'm a hundred, I'll be going to bed before I get up. | Lilian Jackson Braun | ||
| 7e2977d | Enchante!" said Qwilleran, bending low over her hand in a courtly gesture. Then he drew from his pocket a perfect Bosc pear with bronze skin and long, curved stem, offering it in the palm of his hand like a jewel-encrusted Faberge bauble. "The perfect complement for your beautiful apartment, Mademoiselle." The Countess was a trifle slow in responding. "How charming . . . Please be seated . . . Ferdinand, you may bring the tea tray." She sea.. | Lilian Jackson Braun | ||
| b575f12 | Amanda raised her glass in a toast. "Here's a wet one to Saint Iris of the Hummocks!" Then she winced and scowled at Riker, who had kicked her under the table. Polly raised her glass and quoted from Hamlet: "And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest." | Lilian Jackson Braun | ||
| e8f8e7c | it's unsportsmanlike to engage in a battle of wits with anyone who is obviously unarmed. | Lilian Jackson Braun | ||
| a9663f8 | The cranks are always with us," Qwilleran said, "hiding behind trees, peeking around corners, going about in disguise, and plotting their selfish little schemes." | Lilian Jackson Braun | ||
| 495fe95 | certain element--a few crazies--that don't have anything to do. They shot out two streetlights on Goodwinter Boulevard last night. When I was a kid we smashed pumpkins and strung trees with toilet paper on Halloween, but this new generation does it all year round. | Lilian Jackson Braun | ||
| f8452bb | I'm a gypsy at heart," Qwilleran said. "Home is where I hang my toothbrush and where the cats have their commode. See you tonight." | Lilian Jackson Braun | ||
| 88bf89b | Do you mind living alone?" she asked. "I've tried it both ways," he replied, "and I know it can be a letdown to come home to an empty apartment, but now I have the Siamese to greet me at the door. They're good companions; they need me; they're always happy to see me come home. On the other hand, they're always glad to see me go out--one of the things that cats do to keep a person from feeling too important." | Lilian Jackson Braun | ||
| 064a72a | He also entered a bookstore called "Books 'n' Stuff," that stocked more videos and greeting cards than books. Furthermore, its supermarket lighting and background music discouraged browsing. Qwilleran had his own ideas about the correct ambiance for a bookstore: dim, quiet, and slightly dusty." | Lilian Jackson Braun | ||
| 2658161 | She also managed to win a citywide spelling bee, beating out students at all the other Negro schools in Jacksonville. "I received an atlas of the world and a Bible as prizes," she recalled, "besides so much lemonade and cake that I told President Collier that I could feel it coming through my skin. He had such a big laugh that I made up my mind to hurry up and get grown and marry him." Decades" | Valerie Boyd | ||
| 995dc8b | Empowerment comes from precision, precision, precision; from language that harpoons the exact meaning, the nuance, for the intended audience. | Arthur Plotnik | ||
| 7c0d52f | We're human. We have emotions and those are sticky and confusing and rarely logical so we do stupid things.' She shrugged, and turned off the car. 'Welcome to the human race. You'll make many more mistakes before your life is done. Accept it, deal with it, and move on. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| 770bc78 | I brought the best of the gowns I found yesterday, but they all need work. I never got to repairing them yesterday what with running between ye and the merchant," she added apologetically. "No, of course you did not," Annabel said with understanding as she pushed the door closed. " 'Tis all right. Surely we can get one ready by noon?" "Aye," Seonag agreed, sounding relieved that she wasn't angry. A sigh from the bed made them both glance th.. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| 7a4d92a | I am fine," Lucern muttered as she settled him into a chair. He found her concern rather annoying. If she was too nice to him, he might feel guilted into being nice back." | Lynsay Sands | ||
| 285c966 | Husband," she protested. "I can ride. I am not hurt." "Yer gown is torn and bloodied and ye've added yet another bruise to yer pretty face. Do no' tell me yer no' hurt," he said grimly, shifting her about before him until she was pressed snugly up against his groin. Satisfied with her position, he then gestured for the others to follow, and turned his horse toward the castle." | Lynsay Sands | ||
| cfe4a2f | funny thing about people. The ones who seem strong and mouth off the most, or bully others, are usually the ones most terrified and weakest inside. And the ones who seem quiet and speak their fears, appearing the weakest, are often the strongest under it all. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| 1a183e3 | Yer in a fou' mood for someone newly married to the sweet young lass ye've just brought home." The words startled a wry laugh from Ross. "Sweet young lass? I thought her being English convinced ye she was Devil's spawn," he pointed out dryly and reminded him, "Ye were the one saying I should no' marry her because she was the second daughter." "Aye, well I did no' ken her then, did I?" Gilly said with a faint smile. "But by the second day .. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| bbd96d5 | His gaze was locked on the young woman approaching beside Lady Withram. Short, no more than five feet, with a pretty face, shiny, long, wavy midnight hair and more curves than his shield. He noted all that in an instant, his eyes traveling with appreciation over each asset before settling on her eyes. They were a color he'd never seen before in eyes, a combination of pale blue and green, almost teal with a darker rim circling the unusual ir.. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| 4edeb55 | so little time to enjoy all that life and the world had to offer. Why would they waste even a moment of their precious time on someone who didn't appreciate and treat them well? | Lynsay Sands | ||
| 6e06337 | Si." Abigail eyed him with exasperation. "Stop saying si. Explain. Honestly, it's times like this your communication skills--" A kiss ended her irritated rant quite effectively." | Lynsay Sands | ||
| 01b975a | Finally," the other man sighed impatiently. "Really, the two of you are quite tiresome. First, she shows up instead of you, then you come early. I told you midnight-can neither of you read? Nice frock, by the way," he sneered, turning to stomp toward the door. "You have a little over six hours until midnight. Enjoy them. The shall be the last you have together." "Bastard," Charlie hissed as the door closed behind him, then turned to look do.. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| 59d0e14 | Dante was young enough to be her son . . . maybe even her grandson. She had no business responding to him at all. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| 0d6a77b | If nothing else, she would certainly keep him entertained the rest of his days, and not just in the bedchamber. Somewhat reassured by that thought, Daniel turned back to Richard and Langley as he finished with his cravat, and then grimaced when he saw Langley's glowering look. "We are getting married," he announced at once to forestall any outraged accusations the man might be nurturing at that moment. "You've decided for certain, have you?.. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| b137c5e | He too had recognized the three faces pressed to the window as the coach had sailed past. He shook his head as the Radnor carriage rode out of sight around the next bend. It had been Suzette, Christiana, and Lisa, all gaping out the window at them. "I did tell you they would not take our leaving sitting down," Langley pointed out, sounding amused. "You didn't say they would follow," Daniel said dryly. Langley laughed and shrugged. "Why spoi.. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| ed927d4 | Little minx," he whispered. Smile widening, Suzette shifted and wiggled about on top of him again, inadvertantly leaning her breasts briefly closer to his face as she appeared to try to find a more comfortable position. He suspected the action was more to torture him than out of any true desire to get more comfortable and was proven correct when she murmured, "This reminds me of the first time we were alone in a carriage together,my lord." .. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| 28b6806 | Daniel was quite pleased with her breathless and flustered state when she straightened, and was satisfied that he'd just established that two could play at her torture game. Unfortunately, in the next moment that contentment gave way to shock when Suzette proved that she was better at it than he was, by using the basket as cover as she dropped one hand down, slit it beneath her bottom and squeezed him through his trousers. It was then Danie.. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| 54010be | It was not a good-morning kiss, Suzette decided as his tongue slid out to urge her lips open. At least it wasn't to her. Good-morning kisses, in her mind, were sweet pecks. This was more of a good-morning, good-afternoon and good-evening kiss all in one, she thought as his mouth devoured hers. Or perhaps it was more of an "I want to throw you in the straw, toss up your skirts and have my wicked way with you kind of kiss," she decided as his.. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| 01c9d91 | What the devil happened to you?" Richard asked with amazement as he led Robert to the bed. "I was shot," Daniel said. Richard frowned, but Robert snapped, "It was probably the Fates punishing you." "Punishing me for what?" he asked with surprise. "For breaking Suzette's heart," he growled. "She was crushed when she got your letter." | Lynsay Sands | ||
| 47fe26a | I don't love him," Suzette muttered. Lisa looked at her with patent disbelief. "Suzette, you have been following the man around like a puppy for days now. And if you do not love him, you are certainly doing a very good impression of heartbreak." | Lynsay Sands |