Jesus said his disciples would be known for their love, not for their placards of protest and angry letters to the editor.
singing has to come from the inside, and i don’t have anything left inside.’ ‘really?’ Ruth said, amazed, ‘How did that happen?’ ‘it all just drained out.
Someone who is said to have a big ego is thought to be full of themselves, to lack the ability to listen, to always rush to be at the top of the tree and to think their own ideas are the best.
Howling duststorms of nuclear ashes. Human and animal bone powder. Flakes and fragments of the destroyed world. Filthy tempests of death. I am in Hell, he said.
It is said a virtuous woman is worth more than rubies. But I believe many men discover the hard way that virtue, like beauty, is often in the eye of the beholder.
Lights," I said softly. This had become my favorite word over the past week. In my mind, it had become synonymous with freedom.
Oh you two look delicious," Bast said, licking her lips. "No, no-er, I mean wonderful. Now, off you go!
Ahmed turned, and leaned into him. Kissed him on the mouth again. “I’m pretty fucked up,” Eshe said. “It’s a good thing I’m perfect, then.
It was the secret to winning any contest, he said, in life or in the boxing ring – you just had to get up more than you fell down.
I will go forth as a real outlaw," he said, "and as men do robbery on the highway I will do right on the highway; and it will be counted a wilder crime.
When one steals a flying balloon and animates it to fly over Paris, one should, ideally, have some idea how said balloon normally works.
Keep practicing," he told her. "Until I get it right?" she said. But he corrected her. "No. Until you don't get it wrong.
We may run into Kevin,” Lucy said gloomily. “She’s hoping to run into Kevin,” Zoë assured her. Justine smiled grimly. “Preferably with my car.
I feel like I’ve been waiting,” I said to Billy, looking at Hank. “Waiting for a long time, but I guess I know what you mean.
God,' he said, 'I have to have you.' 'Take me. Own me. Use me. Pick a verb. Just please.' 'Fuck you. I'm going to fuck you. That's my verb.
My body is my own," I said. "I may choose to share it with someone, but it's not for sale or for hire, nor is it a reward. I'd rather starve to death than use it as such.
It’s an old Camorri tradition for when a bunch of people are planning something stupid,” said Locke. “Actually, we have a lot of traditions for that. You’ll find out
She said it was beautiful to be loved, and that it made everything on earth look brighter.
She almost never said his name. Because it made the dreams too real. Because it made the loneliness too tangible when she woke up.
You're going to need this," she said, and pulled out a condom. "At some point, we're also going to need a defibrillator and a fire extinguisher." "Promises, promises.
She'll soon forget." "Caddy," said Saffron impatiently, "she is headmistress of the private school! She's probably never forgotten anything in her whole life!
