Love makes you do the wacky.
Idle hands are the devil’s workshop.” “Why? They’re idle when you’re sleeping – does he set up shop then? Are we all supposed to stay awake using our hands so the devil doesn’t make stuff? What if you broke your hand? Is he doing his workshop thing while you’re waiting to have it fixed?
Eve supposed everything about Nadine looked mag, from her sweep of streaky blonde hair to the toes of her jazzed shoes. She had a foxy, angular face, observant green eyes, and a slim body that curved appropriately in her on-camera suit of power red. She was smart, she was sneaky, she was cynical. And for reasons Eve imagined neither of them fully understood, they’d become friends.
A vid comes to you, even at you. It’s visual, it’s auditory, and can, of course, pull you in. Its purpose is to do just that, draw you into the world you see and hear. But a book? You go into it. There’s no visual or auditory other than what forms in your own mind. You visualize the characters, the scene, through the words. You, as reader, interpret the tone of voice, the colors, the movement as you physically turn the pages.
Edison, Oedipus, platypus. Whatever.
When you don’t know what you can have, you do okay with what you’ve got.
Eventually you’ll be next. Eventually you’ll disappoint him, and he’ll feel betrayed by you. Idols always fall, Eve.
As man-candy went, he was a caloric binge. Eve thought it was easy to see why he had so many clients paying for a nibble.
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.’ ” Looking at Roarke now, Morris managed a small smile. “Well said.
When Eve started to climb in, Roarke took her hand and tumbled her into his lap. “Hey.” Mortified, she jabbed with her elbow. “I love to fluster her when she’s on duty,” Roarke said, wrestling Eve back onto his lap. “And how was your day, Peabody?” Peabody.
Roarke made some notations on the fax – a.
If it matters too much, it can grind you down until you’re nothing. I’ve been nothing. I can’t be nothing ever again.” “Who.
When you love somebody, they’ve got to know who you are, even if you’re not exactly who you were.
Roarke wondered if she thought of how many more would be hers – victims and killers. And knew, as he knew her, she did.
And you figure because the two of you don’t rub smooth she’ll let things slide?” Her eyes, colored to match her hair were round and sad. “That’s jerk thinking, Sumerset. Dallas’ll work till she drops to do right by you, and I figure you know it. If somebody came after you, she’d step between and take the hit, because that’s who she is. I figure you know that, too.
Some people relax better without the confines of clothes,” Peabody said, then flushed when Eve cast a considering glance over her shoulder. “I’ve heard.
Organized religion baffled her, made her vaguely uncomfortable. Each had followers who were so sure they were right, that their way was the only way. And throughout history they’d fought wars and shed oceans of blood to prove it.
Anatomy and biological process aside, creating life is a miracle, and should stay that way. Yes, we can – and we should – use our knowledge and our technology to insure the health and safety of the mother and child. Eliminate birth defects and disease whenever possible. But crossing that line into designing babies? Manipulating emotions, physical appearance, mental capacity, even personality traits? That’s no miracle. It’s ego.” The.
Two library visits in one evening. Why, it could become a habit.
I love you.” His eyes met hers briefly, and it was there. The simplicity of it. The enormity of it.