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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 135d118 | sound of outrage, mostly at herself for being so easily tricked by talk of sexy kisses. She pulled hard on her hand, knowing already that it was futile. Then she remembered the knife. She had set it down after using it to cut the bandana into strips. She began searching for it with her free hand. But he was ahead of her on that, too. "It's in my seat pocket," he said, "where the cuff was. It was careless of you to set it down within my reac.. | Sandra Brown | ||
| bb362a4 | media | Sandra Brown | ||
| 50d0e98 | meal congealing in white pasteboard containers. The | Sandra Brown | ||
| b9b3559 | While basking in the limelight, one sacrificed privacy. Anonymity has distinct advantages. Keeping to the background afforded one much more maneuverability and, thereby, power. | Sandra Brown | ||
| d52b210 | her top and into the elastic waistband of the baggy pants. He lightly ground the heel of his | Sandra Brown | ||
| 261f07e | Welcome Prologue | Sandra Brown | ||
| f36f404 | back on it, he wondered why Knight hadn't simply telephoned to ask. Had he and Grange been checking up on him? Did they still suspect him of wrongdoing? Call him paranoid, but... The door to the suite had narrow glass panels flanking it. Keeping his body out of sight, he peered through one of the panes. On the far side of the parking lot sat an unmarked car, noticeable because it was seemingly so innocuous. The driver's door window had bee.. | Sandra Brown | ||
| 9647b19 | tetanus, and neither | Sandra Brown | ||
| e68db2a | Hal wouldn't have done anything so...so...so sinful. Especially not on the night before he left for Central America as she claims. | Sandra Brown | ||
| 8456162 | some were already at the Floyds' place. Connell would also be on his way to help Hayes. Having just now reunited, Connell wouldn't permit-- The sharp curve appeared suddenly, and she saw it too late to avoid the collision. The car crashed into the gray wall of rock. The seat belt caught. The airbag deployed. It no doubt saved her life, but the impact was bruising. The interior of the car filled with choking powder. As soon as the bag deflat.. | Sandra Brown | ||
| e6544b5 | dragged | Sandra Brown | ||
| 4ae1f68 | His eyes reconnected with hers, and she wondered if he remembered that they were an unusual shade of gray, which most people found arresting and which lying witnesses found disconcerting. When his gaze lowered | Sandra Brown | ||
| 5a7a38a | crowd in the | Sandra Brown | ||
| 2a113e2 | hers. | Sandra Brown | ||
| 19c81c5 | Have you ever heard of the Swiss cheese model? In order for a catastrophic event, such as a plane crash, to occur, a sequence of events precedes it. Think of these separate factors as slices of Swiss cheese lined up one behind the other. If any one of the holes in them doesn't align with the others, the series of events is changed or curtailed, and a catastrophe is prevented." "But if all the holes line up ---" "The door is open for disaste.. | Sandra Brown | ||
| 3122062 | gave a sharp cry of realization just as hands, which she had | Sandra Brown | ||
| 7945570 | She kissed his eyebrow. "Not I." | Sandra Brown | ||
| f25a207 | French Onion Soup Ingredients: 3 lbs onions, sliced into thin rings 2 bay leaves 1 tsp dried thyme 1/4 tsp salt 1/2 stick (1/4 cup) unsalted butter, cut in half 1/4 cup all purpose flour 1/4 cup dry white wine 6 cups beef stock 1/2 day-old baguette 3 tsp butter Onion salt or powder 1 cup grated Gruyere cheese Directions: Cook onions, bay leaves, thyme, salt, and half the butter in a large, heavy pot over moderate heat, uncovered, stirring f.. | Sandra Byrd | ||
| 6eb5751 | As a virginal preteen, and as a woman who'd taken lovers, she had daydreamed about kissing Denton Carter. While writing her book, specifically the sex scenes between him and Susan, it hadn't been her sister he was kissing, caressing, and taking with adolescent fervor. It had been her. The fantasies had left her aroused, but irritated with herself. Surely her imagination embellished how good lovemaking with him would be. But now she realized.. | Sandra Brown | ||
| 0f816b3 | Did you find Jesus? | Sandra Brown | ||
| 56968a8 | It's the right decision, Crawford. | Sandra Brown | ||
| 78dedba | humor. "Where's Rennie?" Not much" | Sandra Brown | ||
| 07f6e02 | Because I liked having your head in my lap too much. Remember that?" "No." | Sandra Brown | ||
| 5aacc66 | Saltines and sardines. Staples of his diet. Add a chunk of rat cheese and a Kosher dill spear and you had yourself the four basic food groups. There simply wasn't any finer fare. | Sandra Brown | ||
| e691dc4 | Beware of women in white who look and move and talk like goddesses. Sooner or later there 'll be hell to pay. | Sandra Brown | ||
| 7144ded | he announced that the party could officially begin now that she had joined it. He guided her through the crowd, introducing her to the guests she didn't know, including the bedazzled Bardo trial jurors. Many of the guests were infamous for their association with scandal, crime, or combinations thereof. Some were rumored to belong to the Metropolitan Crime Commission, but since the membership of that by-invitation-only group of blue bloods w.. | Sandra Brown | ||
| e0d7e41 | have cost precious time. He'd kept moving. It was insufferably hot and sultry. Sweat had | Sandra Brown | ||
| ea654e7 | that have never known inhabitants, or homes that have known owners and seen them ejected, the house standing triumphantly voided, humanless. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| dd68b03 | Unremarkable, but with a brainy arrogance wafting from them. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| da224f0 | In New York it's not three or four A.M. that's the quiet time--there are too many bar stragglers, calling out to each other as they collapse into taxis, yelping into their cell phones as they frantically smoke that one last cigarette before bed. Five A.M., that's the best time, when the clicking of your heels on the sidewalk sounds illicit. All the people have been put away in their boxes, and you have the whole place to yourself. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| c6d78ef | First thing she said to me once we got our food: "I have one daughter. Thirteen years old. Mia. For Mia Hamm. She was born the day we won the World Cup. So, that's my daughter." | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 3332b69 | I really believe Nick will come after me. I turn toward the house and see only a closed door. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| e492b18 | When my grandmother comes to dinner at our house she always carries her own jar of Turner's Special Blend. She knows how much she needs and doesn't want to be caught short. My brother remembers her at Christmas one year, an especially weepy time for her, when she put her hands around his neck and murmured, My little angel, you wouldn't be so hard to kill. And though he knew it was only the whiskey talking, he also knew that the whiskey talk.. | Nick Flynn | ||
| f9d30f4 | But what of Ham? It didn't matter if he told anyone about his drunken father or not, if he chided him or tried to dress him, if he lifted his struggling body back into bed, if he took his hand and told him where to place his feet, none of this changed the fact of what he'd seen. It's possible he opened a door innocently, followed the sound of Noah's voice cursing God and the sky, possible he didn't even look, that he turned away before seei.. | father | Nick Flynn | |
| f8d5287 | My friend asked me if it had been cathartic, to write my memoir. I looked down at the sculptures--it was cathartic for me to look at them, but I could imagine it might have been hell to make them (I was cheered / when I came first to know / that there were flowers also / in hell). No, I answered--how was it for you to read it? Aristotle, in his Poetics, never promised catharsis for the makers of art, only for the audience. | catharsis | Nick Flynn | |
| 8b60c40 | My feelings for her were veering too quickly from bitter to sweet. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 371e3bc | All this could have been avoided if I were less pretty. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| e3a1c04 | The dualistic mind tends to think of mu occurrences in nature as a kind of contextual cheating, or irrelevance, but mu is found throughout all scientific investigation, and nature doesn't cheat, | Robert M. Pirsig | ||
| 5dd0c80 | It is as though two old friends, a Catholic and Protestant, were sitting drinking beer, enjoying life, and the subject of birth control somehow came up. Big freeze-out. | Robert M. Pirsig | ||
| a56bfa4 | She was a real talker, said whatever come into her mind. In a good way. Mostly." She was silent again for a few beats, but I could see her thinking back behind her eyes so I said nothing. "You know, I thought maybe she'd be a lawyer or college debater or something someday, because she was just ... she never stopped to measure her words. Like me. I think everything I say is stupid. Ann thought everyone should hear everything she had to say." | Gillian Flynn | ||
| fdd259a | wall, hanging by the cords, when my phone finally rang. A bitchy voice on the other end demanded Amy's first pet's name. Woooonk-woooonk-woooonk! | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 4f0e900 | Instead, she'd let it get even more overgrown and cobwebbed. We'd always joked that it would be a good place to bury a body. It couldn't be. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| d2e908c | Cute kids, really cute clothes. I'd just created a tagline for Wind Gaps' li'l shoppers. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| f6d18b6 | Don't we know when a death is passing in the air? | Don DeLillo |