14 July 1942—Jerusalem - ...A magnificent parcel, covered in tape and seals, arrived for me from India. Inside were two pairs of old fashioned corsets with bones and laces. They were sent by HRH The Duke of Gloucester. Nick and I had an argument as...
Not only are we digital immigrants, we are also media dinosaurs. We enjoy thumbing through glossy magazines, and maybe still subscribe to a daily newspaper. We schedule at least one evening per week around a favorite TV program, created by one of the...
My father is the most genial Midwestern guy imaginable, but for him, disaster lurks around every corner—financial ruin, squandered health, pyramid schemes, airbags failing to deploy—so he tends to use fear as a parenting tool to try to goad his d...
John: [on audio tape] Rise and shine, Adam. You're probably wondering where you are. I'll tell you where you might be. You might be in the room that you die in. Up until now, you've simply sat in the shadows watching others live out their lives. But ...
[Nick and Heather are introducing themselves to each other] Heather Holloway: Heather Holloway. Nick Naylor: Nick Naylor. Big Tobacco. Heather Holloway: [holds up tape recorder] Is this kosher? Nick Naylor: Only if I can call you Heather. Heather Hol...
What the fuck is legal in this universe? Stars eat each other, wolves eat the pigs, and Grandma fucks over Little Red Riding Hood.
My dad had once told me, crimson-red deep in “the talk,” that with sons, all he had to worry about was one penis, but with a daughter, he had to worry about everyone else’s.
Life was indeed good for a Wolf-Creature in the deep woods who had found his very own little red-headed chew toy.
That's different," Levi smiled at her warmly. "Ypu don't rock that Little Red Riding Hood vibe. You're scary." Reagan grinned like the Big Bad Wolf.
...I pluck every day from my sweater or chair, red hairs...strands of significance, traces of you in my life ...
... the scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we began ...
Life is a game where fair players are winners! But as for the "injury causers", "red-card" sees their end off!
Why would you turn right on a red light when we can all just sit here behind you waiting to die... #AHOLE
...without knowing why, he yielded to the temptation of those lips and flung onto them, eating them, partaking of their sacrament... Eucharist of love with a red host!
A pattern of raised crisscrossed scars, some old and white, others more recent in various shades of pink and red. Exposing the stress of the structure underneath its paint
A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony, and there are no red-headed clients to vex us with their conundrums.
And her lips: so inviting, bathed in shimmering wet, dark red gloss. They were meant for only two things, kissing and making love to your cock.
The Red Cross irritated Ugwu; the least they could do was ask Biafrans their preferred foods rather than sending so much bland flour.
The real Julian Wells didn't die in a cherry-red convertible, overdosing on a highway in Joshua Tree while a choir soared over the sound track.
I'm afraid my voice is going to break. I am afraid she is going to hear how much this hurts.
You just don't have faith!" Frank repeated. "Well I hope I never get it! It's like being hit by a hammer in the head!
