It’s best if we just keep this casual and sleeping together after sex isn’t casual. At least not to me." "You’re right. Sleeping together after sex does complicate casual. You’re anything but casual, Kate. I want you and I always get what I w...
My style is casual-chic? Casual-messy?
What's casual for a robot isn't necessarily what's casual for a human.
He gave everything to everybody. Except to me.
Choice was dangerous: you had to forgo all other possibilities when you chose.
Birth and death: there was the same consciousness of heightened existence and of her own elevated importance
People already love to play casual games. But when you take a casual game and stick it inside a social network, it becomes way more exciting.
Jeremy Clarkson is rather charming, but I can't stomach his public persona. I don't like his casual racism and casual misogyny.
¿Era amor que alguien llenara un espacio de tu vida que, cuando esa persona desaparecía, quedaba vacío dentro de ti como un bostezo enorme?
Sometimes, if she simply remained quiet, and let the inadequacy of his excuses reverberate on the air, he became ashamed and backtracked.
She seemed to think that one of the perks of marriage was that it gave you rights of comment and intrusion over single people's love lives.
Innocence is a bleeding wound without a bandage, a wound that opens with every casual knock from casual passers-by. Experience is an armour.
I had a lot of fun creating some restaurants with a casual note to it, such as DBGB, for example, where it was about bangers and beers, being a very casual brasserie with very affordable food but very interesting homemade program.
The mistake ninety-nine percent of humanity made, as far as Fats could see, was being ashamed of what they were; lying about it, trying to be somebody else.
I think talking is as casual as blogging, and sometimes writing can be as casual as talking. My informal writing style is a political choice, because I want feminism to be more accessible.
The reporting I did was mostly entertainment or lifestyle. I took a very different approach than most reporters. I approached it more casually than you would think a reporter would. Now I'm a morning radio personality, and radio is really casual.
She was half running away from the hall, and she knew that she had done something cataclysmic, and she wanted nothing more than to be swallowed up by the darkness and to disappear forever.
He never seemed to grasp the immense mutability of human nature, nor to appreciate that behind every nondescript face lay a wild and unique hinterland like his own.
He thought that it was all over, finished, done with. Andrew had never yet had reason to observe the first tiny bubble of fermenting yeast, in which was contained an inevitable, alchemical transformation.
How awful it was, thought Tessa, remembering Fats the toddler, the way tiny ghosts of your living children haunted your heart; they could never know, and would hate it if they did, how their growing was a constant bereavement.
If she could have died...if she could have disappeared forever...but the solid surface of things refused to dissolve around her, and her body, her hateful hermaphrodite's body, continued in its stubborn, lumpen way, to live...
