One should never marry a man who doesn’t own a decent set of scissors.
I’ve grown quite weary of the spunky heroines, brave rape victims, soul-searching fashionistas that stock so many books. I particularly mourn the lack of female villains — good, potent female villains. Not ill-tempered women who...
There’s a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.
He wears his cockiness like an ironic T-shirt, but it fits him better.
She blew more smoke toward me, a lazy game of cancer catch.