Mikael Blomkvist: Why? Martin Vanger: Why what? Mikael Blomkvist: All of this? Martin Vanger: Why not? I do what every man dreams of. I take what I want. Mikael Blomkvist: How many women after the first? Martin Vanger: I don't know. I've lost count. ...
Moppet Girl: [trying to play "Fix-It Felix, Jr."] Mr. Litwak! Mr. Litwak: What's the matter, sweetheart? Moppet Girl: The game's busted. Mr. Litwak: [looks] Hmm, looks like the game's gone cuckoo... like my nana. Here's your quarter back, darling. Mo...
...I have so many dreams of my own, and I remember things from my childhood, from when I was a girl and a young woman, and I haven't forgotten a thing. So why did we think of Mom as a mom from the very beginning? She didn't have the opportunity to pu...
Her bedroom window overlooked the garden, and now and then, usually when she was "having a bad spell," Mr. Helm had seen her stand long hours gazing into the garden, as though what she saw bewitched her. ("When I was a girl," she had once told a frie...
Thénardier: Jean Valjean - the old con. You pay up and I'll say where he's gone. Marius: [handing Thénardier money] Not so loud! Here's for you. God forgive us the things that we do. Madame Thénardier: How's about some extra on a day so glad. Our ...
I don't want to be a vampire' she told herself. But in her dreams, she kind of did.-Tana Bach-page 29-chapter 4
In the dream, Tana's mother loved her more than anyone or anything. More than death.-Tana-page 21-chapter 4
Even from the beginning, that was the problem. People liked pretty things. People even liked pretty things that wanted to kill and eat them.
There was a young lady of Niger Who smiled as she rode on a tiger; They returned from a ride With the Lady inside And the smile on the face of the tiger.
Stirred...the fur-toothed graves of young boys...a thousand slain in the time it would take to do love with a pretty girl or think of a new God.
To all you parents out there, don't make your little girls, or little boys, so thirsty for love that they will want to drink water that will poison them.
the only way Bex would miss this would be if she were unconscious. And tied up. And in a concrete bunker. In Siberia.
I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you to keep in, and the kind you don't to let out.
I am sorry my decisions do not meet with your approval, but nevertheless, they are mine, and the consequences are also mine.
I love you, baby girl. When you’re sad, I am too.
She remembered her fingers threaded through his hair and his kisses in places that made her long for him years later.
It is agreed that 'girls take more bringing up' than boys: what that really means is that girls must be more relentlessly supervised and repressed if the desired result is to ensue.
Without knowing it the girl was arguing on the side of the world's expert criminologists, who hold that to destroy an offender cannot benefit society so much as to redeem him.
You can put the girl in a relationship...," I began, putting my arm around her. "But you can't take the boy-crazy out of the girl," Cassie finished.
For are we not, all of us, wand'rers and strangers; and do we not, all of us, travel in danger or voyage uncharted seas?
Molly wondered if these boys really loved baseball, the sound and smell of it, the rhythm of it, the leather and wood, the grass and dirt, the story and surprise in a good game.
