I think it was Mark Twain who said, “Get your facts straight, and then you can distort them as much as you like.
The battle rages eternal, though the race, religion, gender or sexual orientation of those discriminated against changes regularly. Maybe man’s need for a scapegoat is genetically programmed into him.
He needed fresh air and sunshine. A walk in the woods and afterward a good book to read by the fire. Yeah, that was the life.
I want people to react to my work, to think, to question, to challenge, to cry and laugh and feel.
I'm not insane. This is very simple, very straightforward. Provided he doesn't kill me, its foolproof.
Kevin refilled my plastic cup with more box wine. I smiled thanks. Kevin smiled welcome. Jake kicked my ankle.
A pause followed my greeting. Then “We’re watching you ” whispered the voice on the other end. “Yeah? Did you see what I did with my keys? ” Silence. Then dial tone. These younger demons. So easily discouraged.
I thought I recognized you." Really? He remembered me looking like Swamp Thing? How flattering.
One thing I’ve noticed about getting older, it takes twice as much work to get half the results one formerly achieved by falling out of bed.
I never meant to get involved with you, Adrien. Rest easy; you're not.
...Jake, a homosexual cop buried so deep in the closet he didn't know where to look for himself.
Tiffs among the faggots were apparently the stuff of quiet merriment.
Focus on someone else’s problems for a change, I instructed myself. You need the practice. From now on you’ll have to live in a world you didn’t make up. Horrible thought.
Have I ever told you, you look like Monty Clift? he inquired in a deep, seductive voice. Before or after the accident?
And why is it the best looking ones are always straight?
Love... doesn't happen every day. It doesn't happen at all for some people
You couldn't hurt a fly." Actually I was pretty good at pinging flies right out of the air, but I tried to look appropriately harmless.
I didn't approve of murder on general principles. Not even of people who seemed to go around begging for it.
What I like about cooking is that, so long as you follow the recipe exactly, everything always turns out perfect. It’s too bad there’s no recipe for happiness. Happiness is more like pastry—which is to say that you can take pains to keep cool and not overwork the dough, but if you don’t have that certain light touch, your best efforts still fall flat. The work-around is to buy what you need. I’m talking about pastry, not happiness, although money does make things easier all around.
Sable hair bisected his pecs and arrowed down to the straight and unequivocal statement of his returned interest. Forcing my gaze to his face, I said, "I really don't think we have time for that." "You know that, and I know that, but HE doesn't believe it." "Believe it," I told HIM. J.X.'s mouth tugged into one of those heart-stopping smiles. "Maybe you should whisper in his ear.
He went through the cupboards, found the olive oil, and started upstairs again. He glanced down at the green and gold label and had to bite back a laugh at the words Extra Virgin. That about summed it up.
Drink your coffee -- people in Africa are sleeping.
Vintage books, old china, antiques; maybe I love old things so much because I feel impermanent myself.
Then, like a born and bred asshole, he added to the sheriff, "He writes murder mysteries.
He was probably selfish in the sack. Probably selfish and greedy and...unsophisticated. And hung like a horse.
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