A bad song for a night such as this, mayhap, but her heart went its own way without much interest in what her head thought or wanted; always had.
If a fear cannot be articulated, it can’t be conquered. And the fears locked in small brains are much too large to pass through the orifice of the mouth.
International that had been parked nose-out in the alley beside the five-and-dime.
There would be no giving up. Whatever was loose inside him might tear his sanity away from him in the end, but he would give it no quarter in the meantime.
I’d rather die at the hands of a friend than an enemy.
The only things he cares about these days are books and food.
I wonder if Hell can be worse than the City of Omaha.
Jeanette finally took note of the sun square between the beds. It was almost to the door – but it wouldn’t get any farther, would it? Unless a screw put a key in the lock or opened the cell from the Booth, it was trapped in here just as they were.
It’s worked! Our marriage has outlasted all of the world leaders, except for Castro. And if we keep talking, arguing, making love and dancing to the Ramones- it’ll probably keep working.
Every troublemaker’s excuse! Put it up your bum with the rest of the dirt!
For a minute they sat thinking about it – about worlds spinning on a single axle in dying harmony – and no one said anything.
Judith Brigham expected her daughter to remain a spinster the rest of her life. In the more pungent phraseology of her soon-to-be stepfather, “Margaret had a face like the ass end of a gasoline truck and a body to match.” He.
There was a saying in Gilead: Let evil wait for the day on which it must fall.” “Uh-huh,” Eddie said. “There was a saying in Brooklyn: You can’t get snot off a suede jacket.
Cats are the gangsters of the animal world, living outside the law and often dying there.
If you drop your Kindle in the toilet, you’re done.
Mr. Sharpton, his name was. He used to tell me that never’s the word God listens for when he needs a laugh.
We’ve become so used to the idea of the flu – it seems almost like the common cold to us, doesn’t it? – that no one but the historians seems to know that a hundred years ago it didn’t exist.
What she discovered was mostly shelves of battered paperbacks, not exactly the insulation she’d had in mind, and when the dynamite bundle exploded in the room next door, she was pelted with Nora Roberts and James Patterson novels as the wall buckled.
He struck a light and for just a moment as cigarette smoke raftered up she clearly saw a man and a boy fighting for control of the same face.
I’m crying because we’re here,” he says. “On a beautiful fall day that feels like summer.