Why are you lying to me? I'm so tired of people lying to me. Do I not deserve the truth? Do I look like someone who can't handle it?
He sighed. "Does it get tiring?" "What?" "Always thinking you're right." I smiled. "No, not really. It's other people not realizing I'm right that gets tiring.
As he himself said, "I will prove it to you, gentlemen, and i will prove it in two ways. First in the blinding clarity of the facts, and second, in the dim light cast by the mind of his criminal soul.
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and her family were murdered.
What is your secret? What could you possibly know, more than 80 years after you death, that someone doesn't want us to find out?
And when whatever happened in that barn happened, it was a moment I’ll never forget. Like a missing key slid into a dusty old lock. Click. My world opened.
Religion is probably, after sex, the second oldest resource which human beings have available to them for blowing their mind.
I smelled silt on the wind, turkey, laundry, leaves . . . my God what a world. There is no accounting for one second of it (267).
She says it's really not very flattering to her that the women who fall in love with her husband are so uncommonly second-rate.
Phaedra looked across the water and her eyes met Lucian’s. Their needs came second. It came from the privilege of being trusted.
Dorian used to watch you like a starving man who wants meat. Now he looks at you like he wants seconds.
Two things compel me to move. First, the fear of being alone. I don’t want to be alone here. Second, the aching need to beat Blake in any way.
If this book looks like it took me 15 minutes to put together, that’s because it did! 30 seconds to write it, and 14.5 minutes to illustrate it. (The translating was instantaneous).
I would rather save a few seconds than a few cents. I hope you don’t mind, but I’m saving them in your sofa cushions.
It’s important that my socks match. I don’t want anything that distracts from my sock puppet show. Quiet, now! Show starts in ten seconds.
There are only two kinds of books worth keeping: Valuable books and valuable books. The first value is monetary, and the second value is mind-expanding capability.
The first thing, of course, is to find a vacancy, a place where a teacher is wanted, and the second thing is to make the school officials believe you are just the person for the position.
If every second of our lives recurs an infinite number of times, we are nailed to eternity as Jesus was nailed to the cross. It is a terrifying prospect.
He searched for my gaze and the second he found it, I cracked a smile. “There it is.” He palmed his chest again and sighed. “All is right in the world again.
The, per second great thought investment will yield the best hourly harvest of great life.
I felt bad for the girls in my school, who flocked to prom like it was the second coming of Christ, complete with double-rainbows and unicorns.
