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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ceba60b | What a touching domestic scene! I suppose the demographers have you classified as an untraditional family: one man, two cats." "One man, two animal companions," he corrected her." | Lilian Jackson Braun | ||
| 1edf2f2 | What lofty subject are you addressing in Tuesday's column?" she asked. "Pencils! I've just discovered a source for the fat yellow pencils with thick soft leads that were standard equipment on my first newspaper job. I've ordered a gross. More and more I draft my copy longhand while sitting with my feet up." "Don't I remember old movies in which reporters loafed around the office with their hats on and their feet on the desk?" "They weren't .. | Lilian Jackson Braun | ||
| 6445676 | The Siamese had finished their three-hour morning nap and had not yet settled down for their four-hour afternoon siesta. It was their Mischief Hour. Yum Yum was batting a pencil she had stolen from the writing table, and Koko was parading around with a sweat sock that Qwilleran used for biking. | Lilian Jackson Braun | ||
| 8d70676 | Qwilleran worked hard and fast at the office that day, while the clerk in the Feature Department intercepted all phone calls and uninvited visitors with the simple explanation that permits no appeal, no argument, no exceptions. "Sorry, he's on deadline." | Lilian Jackson Braun | ||
| d2aa595 | We call this building the Architects' Revenge. The balconies are designed to be too sunny, too windy, and too dirty. The cinders that hurtle through my living room are capable of putting out an eyeball. But it's a good address. Some of the best people live in this building, several of them blind in one eye. | Lilian Jackson Braun | ||
| 2289c5b | Qwilleran, never an early riser by choice, now found himself routed out of bed at dawn when the birds convened for their morning singsong and the Siamese wanted to join them. Koko and Yum Yum would station themselves outside his bedroom door, the one yowling in an operatic baritone and the other uttering soprano shrieks until he got up and transported them to the gazebo. Yum Yum simply wanted to bat insects on the screens, but Koko was fasc.. | Lilian Jackson Braun | ||
| 45d808d | There was a game they played at dinner. The word "delicious" was out of bounds. On this occasion the eggs were robust, the grilled salmon was succulent, the salad had verve, Polly's blackberry cobbler had zest, and Qwilleran's seven-layer chocolate cake had a certain nobility." | Lilian Jackson Braun | ||
| cc86e39 | Apple barn's better'n a pig barn," they chortled over coffee mugs in the cafes. After four years they had become accustomed to the sight of Mr. Q's oversize moustache with its melancholy droop. They no longer questioned the unorthodox W in the spelling of Qwilleran. And most of them now accepted the fact that the middle-aged divorced bachelor chose to live alone--with two cats!" | Lilian Jackson Braun | ||
| e642745 | office | Lilian Jackson Braun | ||
| 6da236b | We designed the house to go with her looks. | Lilian Jackson Braun | ||
| 6629653 | She gazed into space, afflicted by sudden deafness, a common disorder in felines. | Lilian Jackson Braun | ||
| 69fff4e | I shall never forget how the red ball of the sun hung on the horizon and raced along with the train for a short space," she later wrote, "and then plunged below the belly-band of the earth. There have been other suns that set in significance for me, but that sun! It was a book-mark in the pages of a life." While" | Valerie Boyd | ||
| 831afd6 | To mention just a few: Brian McLaren, The Last Word and After That; Valerie Tarico, Trusting Doubt; Greg Boyd, Benefit of the Doubt; Rachel Held Evans, Faith Unravelled (formerly, Evolving in Monkeytown); Philip Yancey, Disappointment with God; Anne Lamott, Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith. | Peter Enns | ||
| 77ee97b | Zora did not mince words in this chapter and nothing seemed to escape her critical eye. Speaking of Christian hypocrisy, for example, she wrote: "Popes and Prelates, Bishops and Elders have halted sermons on peace at the sound of battle and rushed out of their pulpits brandishing swords and screaming for blood in Jesus' name. The pews followed the pulpit in glee. So it is obvious that the Prince of Peace is nothing more than a symbol." | Valerie Boyd | ||
| 0f35fc1 | They watched while Valerie found her keys and opened the car. A prod of the knife and she climbed into the driver's seat. The figure opened the back door, threw a holdall into the back and then got into the passenger seat behind her. They could see the figure raise his arms and reach forward over the driver's seat. Valerie Manning lurched back into her seat. Her head thrashing to the left and right. | Damien Boyd | ||
| 14f11bc | Harlem's rents were twelve to thirty dollars a month higher than in other areas of the city, although black New Yorkers earned lower salaries than their white counterparts. In the mid-1920s, thirty dollars was a significant chunk of money, equal to about $300 today. Still, a 1924 Urban League study found that Negroes paid from 40 percent to 60 percent higher rents than white people for the same class of apartments--and segregated housing pr.. | Valerie Boyd | ||
| 6277339 | The one who makes the idols never worships them, however tenderly he might have molded the clay. | Valerie Boyd | ||
| f9c27dc | Zora and her playmate Carrie Roberts also "spent long afternoons reading what Moses told the Hebrews not to do in Leviticus," Zora remembered. "In that way I found out a number of things the old folks would not have told me. Not knowing what we were actually reading, we got a lot of praise from our elders for our devotion to the Bible." | Valerie Boyd | ||
| fc3bb0e | amazing became the It utterance of the millennium's first decade. Never were so many so amazed at so much that amounts to so little. If | Arthur Plotnik | ||
| e611af3 | Once word got out about who he really was, he was sure Wally was going to be ecstatic over never having to publicly acknowledge him again. | Beverly Jenkins | ||
| 69bc554 | Natalie Greer is as spoiled as a pan of milk set out in the sun. | Beverly Jenkins | ||
| 348276b | She drawled, "I think I'd really like to see that gun of yours later." | paranormal-romance | Lynsay Sands | |
| 50f0e29 | Where did your clothes go? | Lynsay Sands | ||
| 2baffd7 | If this is a dream, why aren't I young and handsome for you?" "You are young and handsome to me," she said huskily, and reached up to slip one hand around his neck. "I like you just the way you are. I find you sexy just as you are. I want you just as your are." | snow | Lynsay Sands | |
| 82872f8 | Physically she was like a swan among more humble fowl - tall, willowy, and exceptionally pretty with fair skin and golden hair, whereas the Chardins were plain and dark, stocky and short. | stereotypes superficiality sweet-valley snobbery | Francine Pascal | |
| f44be15 | Anders turned to peer at her and hesitated. He wanted to kiss her. More out of curiosity than any great desire. The more he got to know this woman, the more he liked her. He admired her courage and strength, and was impressed by how well she'd trained her dog. The loyalty the animal showed her mistress spoke well. And so far, he liked everything about her. But he wasn't lusting after her, and wanted to know if kissing her would bring on the.. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| 5cf4df5 | Money is not the secret to happiness, | Lynsay Sands | ||
| b9790f7 | was suddenly in a panic. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| 094bc21 | I would rather have you alive and immortal and not with me, than dead and never mine, | Lynsay Sands | ||
| be6c46e | The girls wore clothes that hadn't been fashionable for at least a year. There was only one blonde in the room, and she didn't even have a tan. | Francine Pascal | ||
| 32724a3 | Ye ha'e to laugh at life's trials. It makes them lighter to carry. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| 6a6d357 | You can quit pretending. She's outside." Anders glanced up innocently from the book. "What makes you think I was pretending?" "Well, it's that or you've taken a sudden interest in The Joy of Pregnancy," she said dryly, retrieving the suntan lotion from a kitchen drawer. Anders flipped the book over with dismay to stare at the cover. It was indeed The Joy of Pregnancy. Closing the drawer, Leigh added, "And you were reading it upside down." C.. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| 10bcc1b | His gaze slid over Valerie, noting that her hair was nearly dry and now fell in soft, golden waves around her face. Her clean face, he noted. Anders hadn't seen Valerie since delivering her to the Enforcer house. The dirt that had covered her then had hidden what he now saw were very fine features. The woman had incredible eyes: wide, almost emerald green, with long thick lashes surrounding them. She had a pert nose and lips that were lovel.. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| 4781d27 | If she couldn't accept that vampires existed, he'd never convince her to be his life mate. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| 92f722a | The bathroom was last, and Valerie was very aware that Anders was standing a foot away, waiting patiently. She would have liked to ask him to leave, but she was a grown-up, he was a grown-up and old enough to know about the physiology of the female body, so she took a deep breath, knelt to open the cupboard under the sink and pulled out tampons and pads. Her period should come in the next week or so and she didn't know how long she'd have t.. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| 3054e16 | I'm going to need to get some waste pick-up bags," Valerie muttered and then gave a start when Anders rested his hands on her shoulders from behind. "We'll do that when the stores open," he promised, pulling her back against his chest and bending his head to press butterfly kisses to her ear. Valerie was melting into him when he started to move her hair aside to kiss her neck. She immediately stiffened and pulled away, one hand rising self-.. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| b2c9dac | Christ, that had been an experience and a half. After all the panic and hurry, he'd charged downstairs only to find Valerie standing by the French doors in the kitchen looking guilty, mortified, and cute as a button in an overlarge T-shirt. The memory brought a smile to his face that quickly faded as he considered Valerie and how to gain her trust enough that she wouldn't run screaming for the hills when he eventually risked explaining who .. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| 1f3d183 | It's okay. There's no one to contact or worry." "No one?" Leigh asked and she could hear the frown in her voice. Valerie shook her head. "I was an only child. My grandparents died one after another of heart attacks and cancer as I was growing up and my parents died three years ago in a car accident. There's just myself and an aunt who moved to Texas thirty years ago. I've only seen her twice since then. At her parents' funerals." She shrugg.. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| b0f2b17 | He'd set her on her side facing him, and her mouth now hung open, a small string of drool slipping from it. For some reason the sight made warmth rattle through his chest and brought a smile to his lips. She was just so damned adorable to him. The thought made him smile wryly. He'd been all set to order his men to the horses and ride out of here rather than marry the lass who was the Withram's second daughter, and then he'd spotted her and .. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| 996902b | It was as if, once she was married, the woman had washed her hands of the girl. However, the welts on her back had been the final straw. Aye, they would leave for MacKay first thing tomorrow morning, Ross determined. He would take her home, where they could consummate their marriage in the bed where she would one day give birth to their children. Annabel's life here was done. She was his now. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| ff3725e | What's 'Anders' short for?" He blinked his thoughts away and glanced to Valerie. She was looking more relaxed now that he wasn't approaching, and her head was tipped curiously as she waited for his answer. Apparently he wasn't quick enough answering, because she went on, "Or is it your last name like you call Justin by his last name Bricker?" "It's a short form of my last name," he answered. Her eyebrows rose. "Which is?" "Andronnikov." Tha.. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| a5acfae | Okay, I guess I can start with what I told you about my family this morning. My father being killed, my mother raising me to twelve and so on." Valerie raised an eyebrow, half suspecting that he was going to tell her those were all lies. "It was all true," he assured her. "But I left out a couple of pertinent details." "What details?" she asked warily. Anders struggled briefly, and then admitted, "That it all took place in the fourteenth ce.. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| caad399 | So, you aren't dead?" He smiled faintly. "No. Just old." "Oh yeah," she muttered, shaking her head. He was born in 1357? The man was ancient. But he looked damned good for ancient, and he wasn't dead, so he presumably still had a soul. An old one, but a soul just the same. Valerie hadn't been to church since her parents had been taken from her, but was still glad she wasn't pissing off the big guy by getting tangled up with some soulless bl.. | Lynsay Sands | ||
| c3264e5 | You guys put them all on a boat and sent them over here to North America a couple of hundred years ago." "The English maybe would do such a thing. Is what they did with the criminals, so maybe they would send you the smelly cats. But no the Italians. We would no be so cruel." | Lynsay Sands |