Why do you sound like your cat just died?” My lips tug upward. It’s Parker. “I don’t own a cat.” His answering chuckle is deeply arousing. “I happen to know for a fact, Ms. Price, you own a beautiful pussycat.” My smile grows wider. “Oh? Do tell.” “Well, let’s just say she’s pretty high-maintenance and demanding, but if you stroke her exactly right, she’ll purr so loud, the neighbors will hear.
There exists a field, beyond all notions of right and wrong. I will meet you there.
Top Ten Reasons Why the Holidays Suck I’m fat.
And now I know exactly how I’m going to hook him. Knights in shining armor are the biggest idiots of all.
No, I don’t believe in reincarnation. Or an afterlife, to be perfectly frank. I think this is as good as it gets, which is why it’s so important to make the best of this life. To confront our problems, to work through them, so ultimately we can be free of them and enjoy the time we have.
It’s dangerous, summoning old ghosts. You never know what they might want from you in return for digging them out of their graves.
Love is solid. Constant. If you’re not careful, you might mistake it for bein’ boring because it’s so reliable. Love is warm and deep and comfortable, just right, so you float in it peacefully without ever being scalded or frozen, like a perfect, relaxing bubble bath.
Life is too short to miss out on anything, even if it’s pain.
Because loneliness can kill you. And even if it doesn’t kill you physically – which it certainly can, disease of the psyche often leads to disease of the flesh – it can kill your soul.
Marriage is an institution built on white lies and denial.
Ah, lassie. If it were anyone else but family who made you cry like this, they’d already be in an ambulance.
Now that is a man. My ovaries just fainted.” “Mine are doing the Macarena.
I think sometimes it’s easier for a man to be the worst version of himself than to let the world keep breaking his heart.
I always thought love was a pair of shackles, but I was wrong. Love was the opened door of a cage.
That’s the most important thing. Stand up to bullies. Even if you accomplish nothing else with your life, standing up to a bully is enough. Bravery is an end to itself. That’s what God or the universe or the sacred sparkle pony or whatever you call it wants. For us to learn to be brave and to do the right thing. In my humble opinion, that’s the real meaning of life.
She’s not the running-off type,” I said. “She’s more the light-you-on-fire-and-walk-calmly-away-while-you-burn-to-ashes type.
By now I’ve mastered the art of noticing his bulge without looking directly at it, a Jedi-level skill.
So the charity gala was to raise money for wounded veterans. I was surprised it wasn’t for something more superficial, like Billionaires Without Trophy Wives or the Southern Selfish Jerk Fund.
He winks at me. “Butt crack juice. Sourced fresh this mornin’.
Lincoln and I were twins.