Quotes of: Herring Keyword

If something happened to Gillian, I'd rip the world down to save her, even if she spat in my face when I did. That's what parenthood means.

One Salt Sea

All this. They have all this, and what do we get? Walls and tickets and concrete and stink. Rations and hopelessness and rage. I hate them,” she said, the malice in her words like the lingering taste of a bad kiss.

Otherborn

I'd had much practice turning my mind away from certain memories of my childhood. I could quickly dial her remembered voice from a whisper to a silence.

Odd Thomas

Standing there, that day, I felt like Sally was being torn from my skin and there was no way I could ever fly free, without her right beside me.

One Long Thread

When I was young I wanted so much to be like her. What a blessing are those moments when there is nothing to worry about, no thought of trouble or grief in the world.

One Long Thread

Your mum pounced on her and started sucking away. Would’ve been arousing if not for all the screaming.” “Ian,” Bones drew out warningly. He grinned. “You’re right. I was aroused anyway.

One Grave at a Time

Her attachment to language was earthy, physical, and immediate. Pretty words you could eat.

Pain, Parties, Work: Sylvia Plath in New York, Summer 1953

Blonde hair drawn into a no-nonsense bun, her new manicure the deep red of fresh blood, she’d even donned a blouse and slacks for the occasion, something Neve had forgotten Veronica owned.

Poisoned Apple

She shook her head. "I can't believe you got bit and you didn't even get an orgasm out of it. I guess True Blood isn't true after all.

Pirate's Alley

Chubi, rhymes with booby, which you don't have, or doodie, which your face looks like," she said smugly, leaning back and making her chair squeak.

A Perfect Blood

I must be overtired', Buttercup managed. 'The excitement and all.' 'Rest then', her mother cautioned. 'Terrible things can happen when you're overtired. I was overtired the night your father proposed.

The Princess Bride

I cannot let my blood pressure rise because someone wishes to spread his or her bad day around, as if to dilute instead of multiply it.

Pagan Standard Times: Essays on the Craft

Loving her has become a part of my religion, a gentle mantra with every beating of my heart. I cannot imagine its Ragnarok without wilting.

Pagan Standard Times: Essays on the Craft

Every person has a revolution beating within his or her chest

The Promise of a Pencil: How an Ordinary Person Can Create Extraordinary Change

I propose that every person out of work be required to submit a book report before he or she gets his or her welfare check.

Palm Sunday: An Autobiographical Collage

She...ran away so often, and with so many different people, that she became known to her family and friends as the Bolter....

The Pursuit of Love & Love in a Cold Climate

But his eyes say what he can’t. I see it, clear as day, even if she doesn’t. He’d give up his wings for her. All she’d have to do is ask.

Personal Demons

Kellyanne opened the car door and crawled into my bedroom. Her face was puffy and pale and fuzzed-over. She just came in and said: "Ashmol, Pobby and Dingan are maybe-dead." That's how she said it.

Pobby and Dingan

I am part of what she thinks is her illness, a symptom of which she thinks she has been cured. She, on the other hand, is what I was looking for.

The Plague of Doves

I’m fine, considering I can’t walk anymore,” Pam replied, a sarcastic edge in her voice. “You look like your bringing news. What is it this time, I’m blind?

Paralyzed Dreams

Twas hard to dislike a man she so enjoyed in bed. Twas harder still to dislike one who kept showing her a more gentle side to his nature

Prisoner of My Desire