He sleeps fastest who sleeps alone.
And something chocolate, of course. A meal was not a meal without some sort of chocolate for desert.
Are you telling me your brain and your lady parts decided on a love fest bake-off winner?
Ranger removed my goggles "Would you like to come home with me?" I stepped away from him. "Thank you for the offer, but no. I'm done with men. " Ranger smiled. "Forever?" "Until I figure some things out. " "And if you don't figure them out?" "If I can't figure them out on my own, I'll ask you to help me. " "Babe, that's like the blind leading the blind.
A uniform cordoned off the area with crime scene tape. The M. E. pulled in and parked. There were two EMT trucks idling at the edge of the lot. I’d stayed close to the back door, and one of the Rangeman guys had taken a position two feet from me, standing at parade rest. No doubt in my mind he’d take a bullet for me rather than face Ranger over a dead Stephanie.
I like my nuts," Mooner said. "I don't want them cut off. I'd be, like, nutless then.
Opening my door to Dillon Ruddick, my bulding super. I handed him a cup of coffee. "Sorry about the blood. " "What was it this time?" No one reported gunfire. " "I hit a guy in the face with a hair dryer. " "Whoa. " Dillon said. "It wasn't my fault," I told him. "Maybe we should lay down some linoleum here. It would make things easier for clean up.
There is poetry in a pork chop to a hungry man.
A world without poetry and art would be too much like one without birds or flowers: bearable but a lot less enjoyable.
The Divine Light is always in man, presenting itself to the senses and to the comprehension, but man rejects it.
Every writer knows a lot more about their characters and story than actually makes it onto the page.