Okay, okay, no need for theatrics.” “No need,” Harry said with a bright smile, “but why not throw them in if I can?
There are some places the mind should not go; it gets steered there anyway.
Everything,” she said. Her mouth tightened. “Stewart Green was a psychopath. He stalked me. He beat me. He threatened to kill me.” “Why?” “What part of the word ‘psychopath’ confused you?
Diamonte shook his head again. He reached down and put his hand on his right boot. Myron had seen him do this before. He liked to sort of pet the boot. Myron had no idea why. Maybe he found the feel of snakeskin soothing. Reminiscent of the womb.
Paige has to come to it on her own. Don’t you see that? I didn’t ‘let her go’” – Ingrid spat out the words – “because I don’t love her anymore. I let her go because she’s gone – and we can’t bring her back. Do you hear me? We can’t. Only she can.
Politics and the press; two cherished institutions that spoke with tongues so forked they could double for fine dinnerware.
Another male patron skulked around the back like he was in the adult movie area at his local video store. Again.
Judith was a beautiful woman. She was petite with big round eyes and dainty, doll-like features. She looked younger than her years. There had been some work done – Botox, maybe a little something around the eyes – but it was tasteful, and most of her youthful appearance was due either to genetics or her daily yoga routine. Her figure still drew second glances. Men were drawn to her big-time – looks, brains, money – but if she dated, Maya didn’t know about it. “I.
You look like several large orangutans made you their love slave.” Ah.
His black-to-gray beard was unruly enough to nest beetle larvae, his hair curled like something out of a bad production of Godspell.
Every relationship has fissures and cracks. That doesn’t mean it’s meaningless or bad or even wrong. We know that everything in our lives is complex and gray. Yet we somehow expect our relationships to never be anything but simple and pure.
Don’t go playing hero,” he said. “Just find out if he’s there. Something gets out of hand, you get out of there pronto.” “Okay.” “And we should have a code word. Something you say if you need me.” Esperanza nodded, feigning seriousness. “If I say the words premature ejaculation, it means I want you to come.
Some secret. Myron was still hoping to bump into someone above the equator who didn’t know about it.
The danger of video games was that they shut the world out. The beauty of video games was that they shut the world out. Sally.
There were some night paths the mind was better off not traversing;.
You live in that world. You’re one of them. They’d be more apt to talk to you.” Win shook his head. “They’ll never talk to me. Being ‘one of them,’ as you put it, is a severe handicap. Their guard will be up with someone like me. But with you they won’t be so concerned about facades. They’ll perceive you as someone who doesn’t matter, as someone inferior, as someone beneath them. A nobody.” “Gee, that’s flattering.” Win.
Someone once told Hester that memories hurt, the good ones most of all. As she got older, Hester realized just how true that was.
I understand,” Myron said. “I hope you do, my friend.” Calvin looked up at the numbered lights. The lights flickered in his brown eyes. “Dreams never die. Sometimes you think they’re dead, but they’re just hibernating like some big old bear. And if the dream has been hibernating for a long time, that bear is going to wake up grumpy and hungry.” “You should write country songs,” Myron said. Calvin shook his head. “Just giving a friend fair warning.
When I got off the phone with Rachel, I called Ema and filled her in on the plan. I wanted to get an update on Spoon, but, one, I didn’t know who to call, and, two, I didn’t want to be distracted. Spoon had made it clear: There was nothing I could do for him. I had to concentrate on finding the truth. I.
You grow immune to cruelty. It becomes the norm. You accept it. You move on.