there was a time when this home was her domain. Sometimes she felt proud of it, sometimes she felt tied to it, but whether it was a burden or a blessing, it was hers to keep. She’d known better than anyone what this house needed; lately it’d beco...
But Beatrix knew very well that there were no jobs, not even the most pitiful office routine - she wasn't even qualified for that - and that no one would allow her to sleep until late in the afternoon because these ill-advised people all around her l...
It was one of those things they keep in a jar in the tent of a sideshow on the outskirts of a little, drowsy town. One of those pale things drifting in alcohol plasma, forever dreaming and circling, with its peeled, dead eyes staring out at you and n...
You know," said Sydney, after a sip. "I kind of can taste some citrus in this. Just barely. Like a hint of orange. And it's sweeter than I thought, but that'd make sense if the guy said it was late harvest varietal. Grapes retain more sugar the longe...
Actors don't really get into their stride until they're in their late 30s and 40s.
Yeah, the next Wu album should be out by late '95.
There's no reason, ever, to be late. Or early.
My kind of gay is like the late-breaking-lesbian kind of gay.
My co-workers expect me to be late and temperamental.
I came late to the genre of folk music.
The present fashion system is too hard - there are too many collections. The designers have no time to think! Money is too important. Schedules are too crazy.
All they told me was that he was forty-two when he died. I just wanted...to find out more about what kind of person he was. I could tell you more, amanda thought to herself. A lot more. She'd suspected the truth since Morgan Tanner had called, and sh...
Who sieves too much keeps the rubbish.
It's not that the well is too deep, but rather the rope is too short.
Many have too much, but none enough.
Truth is lost with too much debating.
Who undertakes too much, succeeds but little.
He who is too proud to ask is too good to receive.
Too much discussion will lead to a row.
Too much prudishness makes the lover sick.
Fat bitch," Kessa murmured as the door scraped closed behind Mrs. Stone. "She meant well, Francesca. And you see, everyone thinks you're too thin." "Since when is Mrs. Stone an authority on appearance. I've heard you say a thousand times that she loo...
