He wanted to heave the glasses against the wall. Break them, break everything he could reach. Beat it, rend it. He stared out the window, imagined the city in flames, consumed to ashes. And still it wasn’t enough.
I love you. I don’t know when it started, years ago or weeks. But I know my heart’s lost to you, and I wouldn’t have it another way. You’re what I want, all there is of you.
People tell their children there are no monsters in the world. They tell them that because they believe it, or they want the child to feel safe. But there are monsters, Luke, all the more frightening because they look like people.
Three weeks hadn’t changed Cop Central. The coffee was still poisonous, the noise abominable, and the view out of her stingy window was still miserable. She was thrilled to be back.
Once you considered failure you were one step farther away from success.
Why would I kill someone I don’t know, when I know so many people who irritate me, and havent’t killed any of them?
Tom: If you love with kindness, even when you can’t love with permanence, you’ll deserve the one who’s worthy along that path for you.
The worst, the very worst requirement of friendship, in Eve Dallas’s opinion, was sitting through an entire evening of childbirth classes. What went on there – the sights, the sounds, the assault on all the senses – turned the blood cold.
She walked with a ghost of herself, one full of potential and possibility. One who was fearless. Where had that girl gone?
You can’t write well what you don’t read for pleasure. If it doesn’t entertain you, it’s not going to entertain anyone else.
What kind of a maniac needed over five thousand plates?
She wants to learn how to handle a gun. Well, I want George Clooney naked in my bed, but I haven’t attempted kidnapping. Yet.
If love doesn’t make a fool of us, what will?
The simple and most complex answer is love.
He had realised that most vital of humanities. he had touched lives. And he had raised three boys that no one had wanted into men.
Niall: We’re tossed by the winds of fate. Once we end where they blow us, we make of ourselves that we will.
Shannon: Only the living suffered. Only they were riddled with guilt and regret and unanswered questions.
Love without trust? It’s not love at all.
I don’t fiddle or edit or change while I’m going through that first draft.
I had the blood and fire rule when my boys were young. You know, unless it’s blood or fire, don’t bother me.