Events That Haunt The Mind And Scar It With Nightmares Are Never What They Seem…

I congratulate you on your success stealing the painting.

We are one.

I love you to insanity. I’m not even sure if it’s a good thing.” — Duke

You’re doing it wrong.””Son, I’ve got a gun to your chest and you’re telling me that I’m doing it wrong?””Yes””How?””Closer isn’t better.” He disarmed her with a swift motion, then offered the weapon back to...

They died together; they’ll always be remembered together. It’s decided, once and for all. He was hers.

They truly embodied goodness and generosity – like angels sent to save me in my hour of greatest need. Mohammed had risked everything to keep a promise to my father. He and his family saved...

I love you like the woman I am now. Not the girl I was. I’m battered and bruised and I’m tougher, but I’m still here. I’m scared to death, but I’m more frightened of a...

Men circle like bees around honey, buzzing to communicate their sexual despair.

I remember…watching that separation of sea and sky…and for the first time I realize that none of us are seeing the same thing. That all our horizons end in different places.

Because even if we were struggling, we had goals. It didn’t matter that we weren’t there yet. What mattered is that we both experienced setbacks, and full-blown failures, but we got up, brushed ourselves off,...

We were vicious and violent but elegant and discreet. There was a dance to all of this, one that kept all things flowing in the right direction, a circle that ensured the smartest and brightest...

Tonight, after we’re done with the bank, we’re going to finish this. Somewhere it’s just the two of us. But if I keep kissing you right now, I’m not going to have enough blodd left...

Have you ever met someone for the first time, but in your heart you feel as if you’ve met them before?

Before I could respond, I looked out the window again and as if in response to my thoughts, I saw Cooper walking up my driveway. My jaw dropped. I peeked around the kitchen doorframe. Mom...

Be myself. If only I remembered what it was like to be myself. I’m a fucking waitress in a crappy bar in a small town in the middle of nowhere. I was going nowhere. I...

Love doesn’t conquer all; it’s a powerful tool to overcome everything because it means you’re not alone.

For God’s sake, don’t let her watch Cinderella. What kind of example is that? A mindless twit who can’t even remember where she left her damn shoe, so she has to wait for some douchebag...

He now realized that right and wrong were intertwined notions. His arms could not differentiate between just and unjust causes. They only knew that they were empty.

Blaire, even if all we do is kiss or just lay there and talk, I’m okay with that. I just wanted you up here. Close to me.

You need a father figure in your life.

Spider had that easy way about him that people who have never had anything bad happen to them seem to possess.

I look into his sorrowless eyes and a door in my heart blows open. And when we kiss, i see that on the other side of that door is sky.

The Question is actually the answer

Her gaze slid up the thick muscles of his arm, imagining her hand doing the same, imagining what it would feel like to explore a body of such raw, masculine energy. No doubt about it,...

I have a billion what-ifs and no way forward.

Dean bristled at the idea of outsiders on our turf. I completely understood his apprehension. New people tended to want to kill us. I don’t know why. We were nice people.

You shouldn’t touch a man like that in the morning,’’ he rasped, his hand hiding his crotch.

You’ll have to excuse my shock. When the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen tells me she’s a virgin… I think I’ve just hit the lottery…” – Jonathan di Luca

Now, this is where I draw the line! It’s bad enough everybody in town’s going to be thinkin’ I’m sleeping with a depressed, lice-ridden, hemorrhoidal foreigner who likes to be tied up and might be...

What you are is a freaking estrogen magnet.

Because it always feels like one lifetime with you just isn’t enough.

If there’s grass on the pitch,” and gives his small cock a quick squeeze under the desk.

Opposite Pissec sits ghoulish Gottfried Baumauer, a tall, skinny workaholic with dark-ringed eye sockets and long, yellowing smoker’s fingers. He’s thirty-eight. He doesn’t say much. He drinks a lot of tea – likes it strong...

At the Beginning there was Incomplete information,then belief and then an abstract idea but if you reach Pure reasoning then you start to understand the dualities of life itself.The sunset,the sunrise;A star from approximately 93...

Lies are like a treadmill with no off switch. You have to keep walking or you’ll fall off.

Loyal,” he tells me. St. Louis is a loyal town.

And I want to kiss you every day, but not just because I’m saying goodbye.

One describes a tale best by telling the tale. You see? The way one describes a story, to oneself or to the world, is by telling the story. It is a balancing act and it...

When you’re used to being in dangerous situations, you develop a sixth sense about your surroundings, about where possible enemies might be lurking, how many steps it will take to reach the next corner on...

Snakes don’t have fuckin’ legs, so how was I supposed to think there’d be one hidin’ in the face of a damn rock that’s ten feet below the summit?

It’s a matter of when I’ll stop fighting. — Duke

I was not being mean. Mean was her mother giving her the name Bernice Woodward.Ryals, R.K.. Cursed (The Thorne Trilogy Book 1) (Kindle Locations 66-67). . Kindle Edition.

What if the greatest love story ever told was the wrong one?

With the music of our singing in the background, I looked at the church candles and thought about the surreal connection between images and memory. The peaceful and joyous candles flickering there during the Christmas...

Bring. It. On.

I hate working with sexy women.” Dimitri Pissec.

This assumption of the intrinsically repressive nature of collective experience and redemptive power of individuation is a staple of contemporary art theory and criticism. I would argue that a closer analysis of collaborative and collective...

Fate was cruel to play this trick on her, although if she were honest she knew she only had herself to blame. She had taken the chance and now she had to pay the price.

It’s okay to dress up like another person, but never try to be someone else. Just try to be yourself, because that’s what makes you special. Oh, and watch out if a dragon ever starts...