All that sweetness makes me feel weird. My sister was never the loving type.
Our sisters and brothers were picked up in public by local commanders for the purpose of sex and luxury and we could do nothing.
Oh, gods. Not the flying!” “I heard you mounted my sister well enough.” “I want you never to make that statement again.
She wished she had eyes like her sister, huge and bright, constantly straddling the line between terrified child and ingénue.
After all, Betty was ill and she was her sister, and she wouldn't be able to shave her legs for weeks because of the plaster.
She is by my side, as my sister, but he is my soul. He is my enemy, my tormentor, my demon. He is my beloved.
She's qualified all right. She understands robots like a sister—comes from hating human beings so much, I think.
To steal from a brother or sister is evil. To not steal from the institutions that are the pillars of the Pig Empire is equally immoral.
When a man, however passively, becomes an obstacle to the fulfillment of a woman's desires, he becomes an odious thing in her eyes, - or will, given time enough.
...they say [Finn] has tasted the Nuts of Wisdom." Elatha laughed. "Perhaps the Nuts of Wisdom will gird him against your sister.
This is the real power of joy, to make us certain that, beneath all grief, the most fundamental of realities is joy itself.
Although we cannot command it, we choose joy, making a deliberate commitment to happiness (essentially another word for peace).
Almost-Sister, you picked a real catch.” “It was I who caught her,” Adam said softly. “It took years.
Sister Georgina had studied at Cambridge or, as she put it, 'Not-the-one-in-Massachusetts-Cambridge-Universitythe-real-one-you-know-in-England.
I'll be with my sister. And believe it or not, she has a phone and everything. She stopped using smoke signals last year." - Nana
[S]he stood for some moments gazing at the sisters, with affection beaming in one eye, and calculation shining out of the other.
This one is for our crew, but it’s also for all the weird girls and word nerds, for all the in-the-middle wickeds and queers and misfits and hell-raisers.
Her vagina feels like home, while her sister’s vagina feels like a hotel room. I should ask for a late checkout.
If my sister were a character in a Victorian drama, she would be the snobbish rich girl with a penchant for talking shit about everyone behind their fan.
In business, if you want to make money, you have to spend money. If you want to have a result, you have to make an investment.
Werewolves did not consider wolves one of their own; in fact, wolves were inferior. They were hunters, strong and ravenous like them, but they weren't as big or as intelligent.
