My whole family are hams. They're storytellers and everyone outdoes the next one.
The emotions in all true anxiety dreams are next to unbearable.
I'm always looking to the future and what will next be on the horizon.
I love Vanna White as much as the next guy.
Next, in importance to books are their titles.
Developing a series is a next step for me.
I'm not going to be the next Colin Farrell or Orlando Bloom.
It's very important for men to look downward, to the next generation.
I am going to be the next Ryan Gosling.
Middle children weep longer than their brothers and sisters. Over her mother’s shoulder, stilling her pains and her injured pride, Jackie Lacon watched the party leave. First, two men she had not seen before: one tall, one short and dark. They drov...
But she was so happy in her gilded cage, wasn’t she? She ate well, slept well, enjoyed herself She lacked nothing. And then, look, a bunch of mental cases turn her away from her happiness and send her to -- how did you put it? -- to ‘blow herself...
Maybe it was that nearly everyone else was dead and she felt a little bit dead too, but she figured that even a vampire deserved to be saved. Maybe she ought to leave him, but she wasn't going to.
Be careful," Aidan called from the bed. "You don't know what he might do." "We all know what you'd do,though, don't we?"-Gavriel, Tana, and Aidan-page 22-chapter 3
She came out of sleep like a thunderclap—waking from dreams so deep and dark that she couldn’t remember anything but dirt and hands pulling her down into graves with cities inside them.
How you live your life is up to you. You have to go out and grab the world by the horns. Rope it before it ties you down and decides for you.
And Zach was taking his jacket off and draping it around my shoulders, which (according to Liz, who double checked with Macey) is the single-sexiest thing a guy can do.
At the very leadt, we can grab Monica and hustle her skanky ass back to her dad wile you brave, strong menfolk hold off the bad guys. Right?
He dunked his tea bag and watched the results critically. “I really must get a new supplier. This tea is pathetic. America just doesn’t understand tea at all.
Shane's dad said, "I should have left you in the damn cage to fry, you ungrateful little bastard. You're no son of mine." "Hallelujah," Shane said softly. Free at last.
...losing a friend is like losing a language, and I miss the one we spoke together.
My interpretation can only be as inerrant as I am, and that's good to keep in mind.
