Actions have consequences. Kids today don’t think about that. It’s like, ‘Hey, wouldn’t this be awesome?!’ Consequences? What are those?

Close your eyes and click your heals three times…because there’s no place like Dome.

nobody’s ever been arrested for a murder; they have only ever been arrested for not planning it properly.

I’ve sometimes regretted the women I’ve been.There have been so many: daughter, sister, cop, tough broad, several kinds of whore, jilted lover, ideal wife, heroine, killer.I’ll provide the truth of them all, inasmuch as I’m...

Enough with the sadness! This dream is not for cry-babies…” he said, his face beaming with a wide smile.

She knew with chilling and absolute certainty she was next.

Dead. Supposedly Suicide. That’s how they’ll kill Michael too. Make it look like a suicide or an accident of some sort.

When people did stupid things around him, that was usually the last thing they did.

ubahlah hidup dengan menjadi dalang bagi hidup itu sendiri

Jill, a comprehensive school teacher in her early thirties, has put her dark past behind her to become a lady in control of her own life. Successful in her career, soon to be divorced and...

Sometimes the hardest thing is admitting you were wrong. It’s hard to say you need to be forgiven.

We ran on the fuel of youth and hormones and ignorant arrogance, imagining we had the whole world and the workings thereof figured out.

James is why I never left. I should have left.

It’s…The only way I can get on with my life is by forgetting what went on before. Dave used to tell me that I didn’t have control over what the bastard of my father did...

We see even the flames.

Simon shook his head. ‘I don’t want to be a hero. I’d rather abandon the technology altogether, sit on a hill and speak to my neighbours by smoke-signal.

He was a living dead man. According to official records he had died, not once, but twice. yet he still breathed

She gave herself a hard twist and fell into a sitting position, staring at me with those maggot-filled doll’s eyes.

… the poor always live on debt. At this point, time is the only thing I still have the credibility to borrow.

As they say: A baking man will grasp at a hangman. Whoever gets the job will be dragged into the heat, forced to wear a massive pair of iron shoes, and frogmarched across the minefield...

A little politeness might smooth the way ahead. Knowing it was his turn to be dispatched, the best he could hope for was as swift a death as the one Massetti had so thanklessly received.

I believe that on any trip to heaven, there are always detours through hell.

give a smile, get a smile, keep a smile

I stared, like always. A tree in the Petrified Forest. I looked down at my hands and feet and ordered them to move, only they wouldn’t.

I am not their f*****g entertainment. And I am not a f*****g hero! Given the choice, a hero would do exactly the same again. I wouldn’t. Okay?

We’re in America; why do I have to “Press 1” for English?

If everything comes in your way just the way you wanted them to ,then you’re probably in the wrong lane.

She had traveled to more cities, had experienced more scenes, than anyone she knew, and still she had come away from it all with only an abysmal sense of dissatisfaction. When would it all begin,...

If you focus your eyes towards the horizon, everything and everyone walking in front of you becomes a blurry mass. That’s what everyone else became. All of their dark wool suits began to mesh into...

Era fermo, immobile su quel punto oscuro all’uomo, eppure esistente, da cui il nostro volere può scivolare su uno qualsiasi dei due lati e determinare l’evento; in bilico tra il sì e il no, tra...

Did you mean what you said before? About the dead hanging around? You really believe it?

Kusanagi tuvo la impresión de que estaba vomitando su alma”.

But that doesn’t mean clairvoyance isn’t real.

I’ve been thinking that you, me and Kristy should all have a sleepover or something like that. Wouldn‘t that be so cool! – Carol

Copyright Promotes Creativity by Proscribing the Right to Copy

Mama says love is a sickness of the heart. Only the weak fall under its spell.

There had never been a Class A1 event; it had always been a purely theoretical designation. Until now.

The slick concrete reflected the facades of the work weary – grey, cracked and old,but more importantly, trodden upon.

I turned to her, my whole body hard with tiredness and regret.

Never is a man more proud than when he shuffles paper in front of an illiterate person.

…Special for you.

…the gavel became an extension of his arm and he used it to bludgeon the court into submission.

This isn’t the end, and a beginning looks different. This is the moment in between, when everything still looks possible.

But you’re a monk!

León gruñó y atrapó su boca en un beso voraz. No podía resistirse a ella. Sabía que tenía que hablarle de sus sentimientos (…), pero al igual que ella, también necesitaba sentirla, estar en su...

Writing the middle of a novel is a lot like driving through Texas. You think it’s never going to end, and the scenery looks the same.

The first thriller ever? It was probably one from 1697. It was called Little Red Riding Hood.

Eric waited all his life for love and, in meeting, Tina thought he had it. What he got wasn’t quite what he’d dreamed about.

You told us this place was haunted. How haunted is it?”Paul cast a quick glance at the house. “I’m not sure. When they found the bodies twenty years ago, the place became off-limits. That was...

He continued along the route that he had reconnoitered the morning before. And the morning before that. He needed to change his route some to see if he was actually being followed. His instincts said...