Sweeney: I can just see all you tough young soldiers cuddling together. Richard: Not cuddling, huddling. There's a difference. Votes: 14
Sign by elevator put up by computer geeks in office building: REMEMBER: FIRST YOU PILAGE, THEN YOU BURN. THOSE WHO DO NOT COMPLY WILL BE SUSPENDED FROM THE RAIDING TEAM. In Mr Perfect Votes: 12
Well, you've done it now," was her sisterly opening shot. Jaine rubbed between her eyebrows; a definite headache was forming. After the exchange with David, she waited to see where this one was going. "I won't be able to hold up my head in church." "Really? Oh, Shelley, I'm so sorry," Jaine said sweetly. "I didn't realize you have the dreaded Limp Neck disease. When were you diagnosed? Votes: 10
A thousand thoughts ran through my mind. Well, at least six or seven, anyway, because a thousand thoughts are a lot. Try counting your own thoughts and see how long it takes you to get to a thousand. Votes: 6
Cows are the Devil's handmaidens. Votes: 6
Honey, the only experts in PMS are men. That's why men are so good at fighting wars; they learned Escape and Evade at home. Votes: 6
If you're looking for Mr. Perfect, youâre going to spend your whole life being disappointed, because he doesnât exist. You have to get the best deal you can, but there will always be problems. Votes: 6
Life's too short to waste it on someone you can't trust. You should be able to depend on the man you love not to lie to you or cheat on you. If you have that as a base, you can work on the other stuff. Votes: 5
He lifted the arm covering his eyes and turned his head to glare at her. "I knew you were trouble the first time I saw you." "What do you mean, trouble?" She sat up, glaring back at him. "I am not trouble! I'm a very nice person except when I have to deal with jerks!" "You're the worst kind of trouble," he snapped. "You're marrying trouble. Votes: 4
You guys take over while I go put on a shirt." Mrs. Kulavich had edged close enough to hear him. She beamed at him. "Don't bother on my account," she said. "Sadie!" Mr. Kulavich said in rebuke. "Oh, hush, George! I'm old, not dead!" "I'll remind you of that the next time I want to watch the Playboy Channel," he growled. Votes: 4
Okay, let me get a pen." There were rustling noises. "I can't find one." More noises. "Okay,shoot." "You found a pen?" "No, but I have a can of Cheez Whiz. I'll write your number on the counter with it, then find a pen and copy it." Jaine recited her number and listened to the spewing noise as Shelley Cheez-Whizzed it on her countertop. Votes: 4
...We have seven people who knew the skewers were there: the wedding planner, the reception hall manager, the dressmaker, the florist, the veil-maker, the cake-maker, and the caterer. I haven't ruled out the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker, either. Votes: 3
A village somewhere was missing it's idiot. Votes: 3
Are you making fun of my hero complex?' Yeah. Votes: 3
Do you know why men name their cocks?" "No, why?" she asked, trying to stifle her laughter. "So most of the major decisions in their lives wonât be made by a total stranger. Votes: 3
He needed a woman. Bad. Votes: 3
Hormones were as potent as whiskey, and twice as sneaky. Votes: 3
Iâm Sam Donovan.â âI know who you are. Mrs. Kulavich told me. Iâm Jaine Bright.â âI know. She told me. She even told me how you spell your name.â Now, how on earth had Mrs. Kulavich known that? Votes: 3
Death isn't peaceful; it is just nothing. Everything is gone. No more sunrises, no more hopes, no more fears. Nothing. Votes: 1
But never had he felt more enthralled than he was right now, sitting beside Evie on a weathered old dock, with a blazing afternoon sun, almost brutal in its clarity, bathing everything in pure light. Sweat trickled down his back and chest from the steamy heat, and his entire body pulsed with life. Even his fingertips throbbed. It took all of his formidable self-control to prevent himself from pushing her down on the dock and spreading her legs for his entry. Votes: 0
By morning, she was raw and sore, and knew walking would be an effort. By morning, she could barely remember what it had been like to not know his body, not to have felt him inside her and held him in her arms and absorbed the power of his thrusts as he came. By morning, she was his. Votes: 0
Donât kiss me,â she said warningly. âI donât intend to,â he replied, smiling a little. âI donât have my whip and chair with me. Votes: 0
God, I love you," he said, and laid his head on her belly, his arms locked around her hips. Madelyn slid her fingers into his hair. "It took you long enough," she said gently. "What I lack in quickness, I make up in staying power." "Meaning?" "That I'll still be telling you that fifty years from now." He paused and turned his head to kiss her stomach. Votes: 0
He supposed he knew, rationally, that she wasn't the prettiest woman in the world, but if his eyes saw any imperfections, his heart didn't care. Votes: 0
His mouth was hot and hungry, and he kissed the way no man should kiss and still be allowed to run free. Votes: 0
I have a real low tolerance for parasites, and you're so close to the limit that I'm already reaching for the flea powder. Votes: 0
I thought you were a drunk." "A drunk?" "Bloodshot eyes, dirty clothes, getting home in the wee hours of the morning, making a lot of noise, grouchy all the time as if you had a hangover⦠what else was I to think?" He rubbed his face. "Sorry, I wasn't thinking. I should have showered, shaved, and dressed in a suit before I came out to tell you that you were making enough noise to raise the dead. Votes: 0
Iâm going to go," he said. "All right." He didnât move. Then: "I donât want to." "Do it anyway." He chuckled. "Youâre a hard woman, Faith Devlin." "Hardy." "I didnât know him. He isnât real to me. Did you love him?" "Yes." But not the way I love you. Never like that. Votes: 0
Iâm really not hungry,â she repeated, lifting the coffee cup and inhaling the fragrant steam before sipping. âJust a few bites,â he cajoled, taking his own place beside her. âYou need to keep up your strength for tonight.â She gave him a heated, slumberous look, remembering her fantasy. âWhy? Are you planning something special?â âI suppose I am,â he said consideringly. âItâs special every time we make love. Votes: 0
If death turned out to be a lack of being rather than a lack of consciousness, well, then, that sucked. Votes: 0
I'll tell you what's wrong!" he roared, "I'm trying to quit smoking!" Then he strode angrily to the truck, leaving her standing there. She blinked her eyes, and slowly a smile stretched her lips. She strolled to the truck and got in. "So, are you homicidal or merely as irritable as a wounded buffalo?" "About halfway in between," he said through clenched teeth. "Anything I can do to help?" His eyes were narrow and intense. "It isn't just the cigarettes. Take off your panties and lock your legs around me, and I'll show you. Votes: 0
I'm not holding you against your will; I'm holding you against your car. Votes: 0
It was just a kiss â " "Yeah, and King Kong was just a monkey. Votes: 0
Oh, is that what's in the box? You threw my engagement ring at me? Votes: 0
Pleasure was a siren, luring her to experience more Votes: 0
The bad thing about living in a small town was that everything became a personal issue. The good thing about living in a small town was that everything became a personal issue. During times of trouble, the support system was massive. Votes: 0
The world was divided into two groups: those who showered at night, and those who showered in the morning. Votes: 0
Was the period of happiness worth the unhappiness that followed a breakup? Most people seemed to think so, because they got on the love train time and time again. Votes: 0
Women were always complications, bless their perverse little hearts. Votes: 0
She should have remembered her past experiences in the relationship wars and not let herself get so excited. Evidently her hormones had overruled her common sense and she had become drunk on ovarian wine, the most potent, sanity- destroying substance in the universe. Votes: 0
What are you doing?â she cried in protest. âPlaying,â he said, the single word rough, almost guttural. Votes: 0