Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.” – Groucho Marx.
Monique, I realize that it’s a short list of men in this town you haven’t tied up, held down or sent to the free clinic, but why don’t you just leave Leo alone. At least until he can update his vaccinations.
Darkness is drowned by three lights; nature, knowledge, and truth.
But I’m not one to read a book backwards.
She must have been tired, because instead of jamming the whip down Monique’s throat, she stood up and, in a very even tone, said, “If you think you’ve seen me mad before, imagine what I could do to you when I’ve just lost everything.
And I’ll be a witch in hell before I let someone hurt my dogs.
It is difficult to describe the moment when you realize the person you are is not the same as the person you must become to face the challenges before you.
Monique stiffened. “Well, maybe not a friend, but I don’t want to douse you with gasoline every time I see you.
I thought if you were adult enough to hold down a job then you were adult enough to work unsupervised.
Ignorance and fear are the food of hatred and, right now, we were looking at the devastating destruction that human beings do to one another when common sense is discarded for intolerance.
This is the worst story I think you’ve ever told me, and I’ve heard quite a few humdingers.” I went to the sink and washed my hands, then I stuck my head under the faucet and gargled. What I really wanted to do was boil myself and electroshock my brain to unhear that tale.
That the greatest mistakes in life are not the ones we make, but the ones that never get made because we are too afraid to try.