Even the financial disclosure statements that political bloggers were required to post hadn't stemmed the suspicion that people's opinions weren't really their own. "Who's paying you?" was a retort that might follow any bout of enthusiasm, along with...
Jules turned to her, incredulous. 'Do you with Republicans?' "'It happens, Jules.
She'd risked everything, and here was the result: the raw, warped core of her life.
I’m sorry and I believe in you and I’ll always be near you, protecting you, and I will never leave you, I’ll be curled around your heart for the rest of your life.
Kathy was a Republican, one of those people who used the unforgivable phrase "meant to be"--usually when describing her own good fortune or the disasters that had befallen other people.
See," Sasha muttered, eyeing the sun. "It's mine.
I don't know what happened to me," he said, shaking his head. "I honestly don't." ... "You grew up, Alex.
Soiled, forgotten coats of arms were carved above their massive doorways, and these unsettled Ted: such universal, defining symbols made meaningless by nothing more than time.
Time’s a goon, right? You gonna let that goon push you around?” Scotty shook his head. “The goon won.
