I did everything. I ran my life exactly as I wanted to, all the time. I never listened to anybody. I'm pig-headed.
As highly sensitive individuals, we simply cannot stand feeling trapped, constricted or smothered in any way. We highly value our freedom and autonomy, making us particularly prone to staying single...
People skills are useless with cats, because cats are immune to training, and do whatever they decide in any situation... And most importantly they aren't human.
Poisons are more my thing
There are two kinds of people I don't trust: people who don't drink and people who collect stickers.
He was intelligent and healthy, but decent to a point that crippled him as a master of his home or an accumulator of wealth. Madelaine had once characterized him as standing on the edge of the...
Can go for weeks without hearing the sound of a human voice. And I love it, Melody. I love it. I don't need people the way you do. Hell, I don't even like most people.
Remind me never to piss you off ... Are you as good at being a friend as you are an enemy?
He was guarded behind a hundred fences of reserve and anger.
This man was so absent-mindedly clever that he could paint pictures that didn't just follow you around the room but went home with you and did the washing-up.
Rob McKenna was a miserable bastard and he knew it because he'd had a lot of people point it out to him over the years and he saw no reason to disagree with them except the obvious one which was that...
I'll take honest arrogance over fake humility any day.
he's always been moody. Even when he was a baby he was like a cat. All snuggly one second and then the next, he'd be looking at you like he had no idea who you were.
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
if you don't understand something, you can't approximate it. You're really just guessing.
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...