Two weeks ago when you walked into my bedroom to use my phone, the life you been livin’, which isn’t all that good, got better. A fuckuva lot better. Because I’m gonna make it that way.
Ones to Threes gravitated to each other. If you were of my zone, only the foolish aimed higher than a Three. Higher than a Three equaled heartache.
I’ll go gentle, baby,” he whispered against my lips. “I promise. You’ll always be safe with me.
Liam “Lee” Nightingale could hotwire any car going. He had both a Mustang and a motorcycle, started smoking when he was thirteen, was rumored to be able to get a girl pregnant by just looking at her and was also voted Best Smile.
Yes, Detective Mitchell James Lawson was stubborn. More stubborn than me. Damn.
Something about our names all in a column on the family computer struck me. It was a good hit. So good, I wondered why anyone on earth would need drugs. You could get high just having a family.
Duchess, wake up. This is us. We’re gonna fight. You gotta learn how to shake it off.
I don’t know, I haven’t read the handbook, but my guess is, bikers don’t do royal weddings. More like, rowdy weddings that end in someone gettin’ stuck with a knife.
No matter how many years pass, it means something to a parent when their child needs them. At first, kids need you so much, all you want them to do is grow up so they can do things for themselves. Then you learn. You learn you should have savored every time they reached for you or called your name.
Like one that had a Star Wars Storm Trooper face on it and next to that “I had friends on that Death Star.” And another one that said, “The gene pool could use a little chlorine.” And another that said, “Contrary to belief, no one owes you anything.” Then there were the random quotes, like Walt Whitman’s “Resist much. Obey little.
Apparently Super Max was pretty content with taking care of half the town, such was his wonderfulness.
I’m a man falling in love. We do many things that are uncharacteristic.
If that’s the case, I’m happy in my insanity.
This is give-and-take, you and me. You gotta learn to let me give so that means you gotta learn to take.” “And when do I give and you take?” “Every day, sometimes more than once, when you tell me you really like me when you mean somethin’ else and I know my future includes hearin’ you comin’ home sayin’ ‘hey, puppy’ to Buford.
Wounds to the flesh hurt but they heal fast. Wounds to the soul never go away. It’s how we cope with a pain that never dies that makes us the people we are.
My baby doesn’t want me to leave.” No. I didn’t.
I know one thing deep in my heart. I will never forget yesterday, when my brother found what he needed to take away his pain.
Emme and Deck talked as well as argued all the time about politics, current events, historical events, whatever. The good-natured arguing that got your heart pumping, made you think, made you listen, made you feel just that bit more alive. Elsbeth.
That’s the all-American dessert. Any proud, red-blooded American should easily be able to consume a huge bowl of that with a smile before they went off to plant a flag somewhere or win a gold medal or something.” “That is not the dessert of champions, baby.” “It most certainly is.” “My arteries hardened just looking at it.
Literature is art and art is about passion. It’s about drive. It’s about beauty. How can you slide through a semester of that and not be moved by it?