So when she looked in the mirror one day, and saw the beginning of thorny protrusions on her legs, a slight greenish tinge to her skin, she sighed. It was inevitable. - The Monster In Her Bedroom,...

I grunted, hauling the rope hand over hand. A plaintive squeak came from the pulley system with each draw, as if I had strapped some unfortunate mouse to a torture device and was twisting with glee.

The image is horrible, I somehow couldn't get out, probably weakness of my character if you ask me... or who knows??But after all the story could go like father rapes his son or daughter which are...

There is a dark place calling to me, but I will not go just yet. I know I can't return from it.

Solitude was her anchor. A familiar misery, and anymore the safest, most sensible approach.

The word "marriage" lingered in Guy's ears, too. It was a solemn word to him. It had the primordial solemnity of holy, love, sin. It was Miriam's round terra cotta-colored mouth saying, "Why should I...

And you… do you know what you are? Stupid? Beautiful, he says, his face turning red.

Listen. Just because we got a mutual hankering, doesn't mean we have to act on it. Aside from the hankering, there isn't much about you that I like. So far, you've been a pain in the behind. And I...

There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won't remember and that she can't even let herself think about because that's when the birds scream and the worms crawl and...

You're awful." He said it as though he was delighted. "And the worst part is that you believe otherwise.

I got bored,

it was easier to be angry than to examine why

I thought about telling him the truth: 'Oh, nothing. Just having my soul exorcised so I can roam around purgatory, looking for the ghost of the dead cowboy who used to live in my bedroom.'

Many of Juan Diego's demons had been his childhood companions - he knew them so well, they were as familiar as friends.

And as I crawl, I realize that this one was the Big One. It was the earthquake that shook the whole world, and every single thing was destroyed. But this isn't the scary part. That part always comes...

Why are you bothering? You've got an excuse. You've got bad blood. You must like living; I guess I would if I were you.

But instead of delight his soul was filled with such gloom, and his heart ached with such anguish, as he had never known in his life before... "I am base" he whispered to himself.

Just repeat this phrase whenever you feel the urge to jump some other guy's bones. His mouth brushes my ear. 'Loren Hale fucks better.'

I'm letting this Rebecca mystery make my mind run wild. Actually, my whole life feels like it's running wild whereas only weeks before it was calm and uneventful. I'm standing on a high-rise ledge and...

But that was another Mildred so deep inside this one, and so bothered, really bothered, that the two women had never met.

I felt that this magical moment would never happen again... I started to experience the vertigo of the cliff and think how easy it would be to drag her into the abyss with me.