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3cb1215 February 11: Actress Edith Evanson visits Marilyn's Brentwood home to work on the Swedish accent Marilyn is to use for her disguise as a maid in Something's Got to Give, an identity Marilyn's character adopts when returning home to her husband, who presumes she has died in an air crash. "Everything was dark, heavy and depressing. It had a creepy feeling about it but I thought nothing of it because she talked of her plans for decorating and .. Carl Rollyson
820bb38 Simon Baron-Cohen, The Science of Evil; Judith Beck, Cognitive Behavior Therapy; Louis Cozolino, The Making of a Therapist; Kevin Dutton, The Wisdom of Psychopaths; James Fallon, The Psychopath Inside; Peter and Ginger Ross Breggin, Talking Back to Prozac; Robert D. Hare, Without Conscience; Kent Kiehl, The Psychopath Whisperer; Jane McGregor and Tim McGregor, The Sociopath at the Breakfast Table; J. Reid Meloy, The Psychopathic Mind; Dinah.. Lisa Scottoline
ede62bf survive, forcing the Hunters to retreat as well. In doing so, Sarah took the one thing Adam had continued to live for. His son. Adam hated himself for John M. Davis
3203253 There was one vampire, however, who refused to leave... who believed that the dream of a nation of immortals was still within reach--so long as Abraham Lincoln was dead. His name was John Wilkes Booth. FIG.3E - JOHN WILKES BOOTH (SEATED) POSES FOR A PORTRAIT WITH CONFEDERATE PRESIDENT JEFFERSON DAVIS IN RICHMOND, CIRCA 1863. Seth Grahame-Smith
c5e7c73 I was sent to a teacher called Alf Adamson, who had a country dance band that toured the Borders. Hunter Davies
a062ccb Even more than black death he dreaded the gaudy gate: the mask of sweet red rubber, the violet overhead lights, the rattling ride through washed corridors, the steaming, breathing, percolating apparatus, basins of pink sterilizer, the firm straps binding every limb, the sacred pure garb of the surgeons, their eyes alone showing, the cute knives and angled scissors, the beat of your own heart pounding through the burnished machinery, the gre.. Adam Begley
74d05a3 Barth was possibly the less efficacious of the two remedies. A bracingly stringent Calvinist, he did supply Updike with one of the enduring tenets of his personal creed (the idea that God is "Wholly Other": "We cannot reach Him, only He can reach us"), and he did become, in the sixties, Updike's favorite theologian ("Ipswich belonged to Barth")--but as Barth himself insisted, theology cannot protect faith from doubt. For Updike, it was one .. Adam Begley
59aeb05 White encouraged Updike's equally scrupulous commitment. They bonded over dashes, colons, and commas--most amazingly in an exchange of letters in the last two months of 1954 concerning two poems, "The Sunflower" and "The Clan." She wanted to make his punctuation consistent; he wanted to make his light verse flow in a manner pleasing to the ear and the eye. When he suggested changes to the proof of "Sunflower"--literally begging for a colon .. Adam Begley
b477c10 What they love is love and being in love." They are in the grip of" Adam Begley
acabade With his "romantic weakness for gags"--inherited from his father, along with his talent for pratfalls--Updike was a willing participant in the Lampoon's elaborately orchestrated "social frivolity." During his Fools' Week in February 1951, he starred in a stunt he remembered with what seems today somewhat misplaced pride; he called it his "one successful impersonation." Disguised as a blind cripple selling pencils, he stationed himself in fr.. Adam Begley
f1ed327 And, most ambitiously, Updike dreamed up an absurdist spectacle (not unlike the drama of the blind cripple and the priests) that drew a large and appreciative lunchtime crowd to a street adjacent to the Yard: a fool disguised as an old man driving an ancient jalopy was hit from behind by a car packed with fellow fools; the old man jumped out and swore at the others in Italian, whereupon they poured from their car carrying sledgehammers and .. Adam Begley
b536830 I hope that gay gentleman will be safe,' I said. Jean Rhys
0faa916 That's point number one against Mr. Carolyn Keene
1858283 To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive. - Tochee travel Peter F. Hamilton
fe4b97e Oh, that's right. You got your happily ever after, so you're too good for us sluts. J.R. Ward
04f5dad He was well aware of when she fell asleep--her breathing changed and her leg twitched from time to time. He wondered if she was kicking him in the ass in her dreams. J.R. Ward
fa5d109 She closed her eyes so she couldn't see him, so she could pretend it was some other male, any other male. The distance and insulation that lie offered seemed crucial. Except her body knew it was him. And oh, God... ...so did her soul. J.R. Ward
c84512b In order to move forward, you had to let the past go--and sometimes that meant mental shifts that happened on the inside...whereas with others, it was about things in the physical world. J.R. Ward
a26ada1 The blush that hit Blay's face was a criminal turn-on-- J.R. Ward
44cf356 Brace yourself, Effie. J.R. Ward
90f4269 Beth turned back around. "Selena, you always look lovely, but we have some contemporary clothes for you to consider, ones that are maybe a little more--" "You'll look like something other than a window drape." Xhex rolled her eyes. "I know, I know, I'll shut up from now on. But it's the truth." J.R. Ward
abe0671 So what do you say. And this is not about sex." "Good. Because I'm walking with a cane and I feel about as sexy as a toaster oven." "Okay, quick side note on that. Toaster ovens are hot. I mean, that's their purpose. That's how you warm up pizza and how Hot Pockets get their name. Without toaster ovens, they'd be Room Temperature Pockets, and who needs that." Novo started laughing. "You're a freak." J.R. Ward
53c655b The thing was, when you were young, and you went to your parents for support, nine times out of ten, they could fix whatever was wrong. They could glue the broken rudder back on your sailboat. Throw a Band-Aid on a cut. Feed you when you were hungry, put you to bed when you were exhausted, hang out with you when you were alone. They could help you find what was lost, make the storms go away, buy you an ice cream when someone was mean to you.. J.R. Ward
e71b689 it was finally, after all these years... Blay. J.R. Ward
056b016 The thing was, when you served another, when you lived a role determined by someone else ... you could not go back to that constriction once you found out who you truly were. J.R. Ward
d4b2ffb We are, like fine bourbon, a different product at the end--and there is a sacrifice involved: We are made of the same core elements we were at first constructed of, but we are never the same afterward. We are permanently altered. If we are lucky and we are smart and we are freed at the right time, we are improved. If we aged too long, we are ruined forever. Timing, like fate, is everything. J.R. Ward
4aef056 When you are poor, all you have are the people in your life. Who they are and who they are to you? That is the wealth you have in the world. That is the wealth you pass down to the next generation. J.R. Ward
e87738c How he roomed with the fucker was inexplicable. J.R. Ward
82dbe4b Rehv stared up into his mother's eyes and never loved her more. He nodded once. "Look upon mine face and be assured, I so swear it. Bella and her issue shall never know. The past shall die with thee and me." His mother's shoulders eased under her dressing gown, and her shuddering sigh spoke loudly of her relief. "You are the son other mothers may only wish for." "How can that possibly be true," he said softly. "How can it not." J.R. Ward
a2f36ac In this state, the club was The Wizard of Oz made obvious: All the magic that went on here night after night, all the buzz and excitement, was really just a combination of electronics, booze, and chemicals, an illusion for the people who walked through the front doors, a fantasy that allowed them to be whatever they weren't in their day-to-day lives. Maybe they jonesed to be powerful because they felt weak, or sexual because they felt ugly,.. J.R. Ward
c665646 We're in this together, people, three fathers and one mom, two kids. Bam! J.R. Ward
7aa12ca Do you still want to be friends with me? Even though I'm gay. J.R. Ward
3128657 Blay's laugh flared and stopped short, as if his throat got tight. "Yeah. Go fig. Me in love with Qhuinn...a guy who, when he's not moody, is a slut and smart-ass. Except you want to know what the most fucked-up thing is, though?" Qhuinn tensed as John nodded. Blay glanced down at his duffel. "He's right." J.R. Ward
ee91c97 The trouble was, he realized with dread, when your heart finally stopped beating in your chest, everything that you wished you'd said but hadn't, all the missing pieces of yourself that you had yet to give, all the failures you had stuffed under the rug in the guise of life being so very busy . . . that stopped, too. The mid-stride step, never to be completed, was the worst regret anyone could have. J.R. Ward
066f07b Fine, yeah, sure, take as many fucking veins as you want. But whether you turn yourself into Frank Langella or not, I'm only clearing you when I'm good and goddamn ready. J.R. Ward
c7f4ebe Far better to be uninterested than unfulfilled. One is a relief. The other an emptiness with heavy weight. J.R. Ward
f0e416e Good. Because I'm walking with a cane and I feel about as sexy as a toaster oven. J.R. Ward
8d179fc fury in my blood J.R. Ward
e0e07ce So you were talking about murdering Wrath?" Montrag sputtered, Earl Grey dappling the front of his bloodred smoking jacket and hitting Daddy's peachy-keen rug." J.R. Ward
5adb39f As they stood together, united against the winter wind, the darkness in his body was pierced by a warm glow. Her love was the light in his blindness. The feel of her was the heaven he didn't need to see to know. And if she had this much faith in him, she was his courage and his purpose, too. J.R. Ward
b987d84 Sometimes, nothing made you feel older and more worn out than the happiness of others. J.R. Ward
9e53e63 Xhex hadn't been, and it hadn't just cost Murhder his mind. And Rehv was still paying for her mistakes. She thought of John Matthew and wished like hell she hadn't fucked him. Murhder had been a casual thing for her. John Matthew? Going by the ache in the center of her chest every time she thought of him, she suspected he was a lot more than that--which was why she was trying to lock out of her mind what had happened between them back at he.. J.R. Ward
b24378d Life didn't have to be perfect . . . for true love to exist in it. J.R. Ward
8611a7d The stress and suffering were unimaginable, and in the back of her mind, she recognized that however much she had assumed she'd sympathized with her patients' families before, had known what they were going through, could put herself in their shoes...all that had been bullshit. Until you walked this path and tried to measure the sliding scale of Hell, you had no clue what it was like. The brain compulsively read into every small piece of da.. J.R. Ward