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My wife." "By what name is she called, Kincaid?" "Mine.
Butter my biscuits, now that's a woman." I
If Jo is a tomboy and Amy a goose, what
Mrs. Crawford. As she walked into her
Elizabeth Spencer.
Hattie.' Grace patted my arm. 'My cows sing better than you do.
circling the green. She
Kayla Robinson, if you don't shut up I'll fly down there and suck every last bit of blood from your stupid cheating cow body!
Given my druthers now, I'd prefer a snapshot of Warren Harding's wife, "the Duchess," who recorded the smallest offenses in a little red notebook and avenged herself accordingly. Today I like my first ladies with a little bite. I
Tink's a Disneyland whore!"-Jenks
She was a tall, seedy, sad-eyed blonde who had once been a policewoman and had lost her job when she married a cheap little check bouncer named Johnny Horne, to reform him. She hadn't reformed him, but she was waiting for him to come out so she could try again.
Jessica, who loves stories,
Rebecca Eaton has made an enormous contribution to the cultural life of America, and, more than that, she is one of the most fun people I know.
What's her name? Claire, what's her name?
And she always, always made it a point to tell me that her name, when spelled backward, was still Hannah. "A palindrome," I said the first time she told me. She looked at me, perplexed, and that's when I knew I could never love her. What a waste of a palindrome she was, that Hannah.
The whore, who said her name was Sandra, offered me delights unobtainable outside of Place Pigalle and Port Said. I said I wasn't interested, and she was bright enough to say that she wasn't really interested either. As things turned out, we had both overestimated our apathies, but not by much.
Feeding her raw oysters at Charleston, or sharing the gingerbread with lemon chiffon sauce at Bicycle.
For Mary, the world is something to be mastered, manipulated, and made; for Fanny, the world is a gift to be received with thanksgiving. Fanny is the eucharistic heroine, giving thanks in all times and places.
Miss Sarah Pocket, whom I now saw to be a little dry brown corrugated old woman, with a small face that might have been made of walnut shells ...
I will give you to Catherine. I will not give you to a hole in the ground.
If she had known who was a perfect match for Karen/Kelly, she wouldn't put cake on her plate, but instead add poison to her coffee.
What is a woman that you forsake her
And the hearth fire and the home acre
To go with that old grey widow-maker?
Have you noticed her name?"
Kit leaned sideways to see the letters painted jauntily on the transom. "The WITCH! How did you dare? Does Hannah know?"
"Oh, she's not named after Hannah. I hadn't gone ten miles down the river that day before I knew I'd left the real witch behind.
She dries her eyes and bakes her pies and leaves 'em on the window sill
Brianna! I wouldn't feed that nasty sandwich to my WORST ENEMY!" And by worst enemy, I meant people like . . . well, you know . . . MACKENZIE HOLLISTER !! Although,
Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art,
A good mouth-filling oath.
After Commencement Day, the world!" Joe said. "With Betsy.
Carrie was a girl from my music appreciation class. She had beautiful, dark brown eyes, though it was hard to notice them; she hid behind a scrim of mousy hair and soft chub, which gave her the sodden air of someone who'd found a tenuous contentment on Paxil
Tess
DY-N-AMITE
Tim
Hannah", the man repeats. "Did you know the name Hannah means hope?
Definitely not a Gertrude.
its raining, shes made if sugar.
Katniss. I remember about the bread.
Henrietta might have said.
PATTY: Hannah, what happened to me was awful, and it happened a long time ago, but I try not to dwell on it. It's with me, is who I am, but I won't allow it to shape me.
I have long known that it is part of God's plan for me to spend a little time with each of the most stupid people on earth, and Mary Ellen was proof that even in the Appalachian woods I would not be spared. It became evident that she was a rarity.
My name, it's Elizabeth. And I assure you, I'm no tart.
owned a fabric store. She
Jezebel the nun, who violently knits ...
Luce recognized her from European history class. Amy Something.
If you don't mind me saying, Mr. Hale. She's a keeper. He pointed in Kat's direction.
Katherine the Midwife
Her name's Brienne.
Mistress Mary Quite Contrary
She loved us more than all the named things in the world.
Oh, Hazel is awesome," Don Said. "She's so nice! All the other campers are like 'Go away Don.' But she's like 'Please go away, Don.' I love her!
Janie.
Does not like.
To be called.
Buffy.
Gilly Gilleshpee
She had a way about her that spoke of homemade bread, and caring for people, and the kind of patience that women have when they help a ewe birth a lamb, or stay up in the night with a baby calf bawling for its momma.
Elisabeth." The way the Goblin King said my name made my heart flutter. "Will you marry me?" This time, it was a long time before I replied. "Yes," I said. "Yes, I will.
"Peggotty!" repeated Miss Betsey, with some indignation. "Do you mean to say, child, that any human being has gone into a Christian church, and got herself named Peggotty?"
Something she'd gotten from Burton
Tink's a Disney whore!- Jenks
Mercer!" Charlie
I will tell you what Jeanne was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off.
Katniss the mockingjay
I wondered if anybody had ever called her "ma'am," or "Miss Mayella" in her life; probably not, as she took offense to routine courtesy. What on earth was her life like? I soon found out.
Be she alewife,
fishmonger, washerwoman, or whore; the woman who fucks my whole cock shall I take to church's
door.
Diane is my spiritual guide. She is a Duke- and Harvard-educated oyster fisherman in Cape Cod. Now there's something you don't hear every day. Like Jackie and Doug, she does not seek the spotlight.
Betsy: "You bring nothing but trouble!"
Fantomex: "Forgive me if this has inconvenienced your plans for afternoon tea, Miss Braddock. Cyborgs killed my mother and stole from me.
Faith sir! She looks like the Old Course.
Annette had kissed me.
Who would'a thunk it?
To have on her head a most wonderful bonnet like a Grenadier wooden measure, and good measure too, or a great Stilton cheese,
That girl you can't stop thinking about; the one that makes you feel shit you don't think you're allowed to feel; Dillon, she can't hear a word you say. Cadence - she's deaf.
Within a few weeks, she was a full-blown hippie Christian, living at the House of Zaccheus and attending St. Luke's Episcopal Church, which struck her as "so cool" because they could be "dressed like hippies" and yet "come to church."30
(Who Did No Harm to No Man all the Dais of Her Life. Reader, Can You Say Lykewise?).
My curiosity sister of larks.
serve as the Find Amy Dunne
Golf may be a hussy, but I love her.
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
scary. "Willie," she
Kate Daniels, deadly swordswoman and rescuer of hungry orphans. Come in. Wash your hands.
She was the kind of girl
who loved to stretch out
under the sheets,
eating chocolate,
reading books
and fucking on
rainy afternoons.
She was the missing ingredient they needed. The hint of nutmeg. Connie
Victoria Principal - she
Mary-Love liked to see herself as the family cornucopia, dispensing all manner of good things, unstintingly, unceasingly. She considered herself amply rewarded by her children's gratitude, and if she perceived that her children were not sufficiently grateful, she could make something of that, too.
Actually, Herbert-Miller. But call me Grace. Come in, please.
My Becca's home.
Hazel Grace, I love it when you talk medical to me.
She was one of those women who kind of numb a fellow's faculties. She made me feel as if I were ten years old and had been brought into the drawing-room in my Sunday clothes to say how-d'you-do.
She was a tornado in a skirt.
She's the Indian who lives in my attic.
You should hear mama on the chapter of governesses: Mary and I have had, I should think, a dozen at least in our day; half of them detestable and the rest ridiculous, and all incubi - were they not, mama? Blanche Ingram
Dipped in chocolate, bronzed in elegance, enameled with grace, toasted with beauty. My lord, she's a black woman.
Kelly Link is inimitable. Her stories are like nothing else, dark yet sparkling with her unique brand of fairy dust. This is the most marvelous kind of trouble to get in.
She tasted like whiskey and bad choices,
The world was her oyster, except she didn't care for oysters. Better yet, the world was her raspberry. She liked raspberries.
She's my wife. She goes where I go.
Annie is my wife, and she will remain wi' me as my wife, subject only to my rule. I will suffer no man to dishonor her or lay hand upon her so long as I live.
What is that, Shakespeare?"
"Betty Crocker, a fascinating woman.
Please welcome our hometown girl, a Winsor Cougar, a world-famous recording artist. Please welcome Chanin Anne.
What's she like?"
It was a question to breach a dam wall.
Whore or courtesan, she put on a great little show.
She is a beautiful recipe of so many wonderful things.
She sugared and milked
Ere the blabbing eastern scout, The nice morn, on th' Indian steep From her cabin'd loop-hole peep.
She reeked of tenure
This was Betsy and Tacy's private corner. Betsy's mother was a great believer in people having private corners, and the piano box was plainly meant to belong to Betsy and Tacy, for it fitted them so snugly.
she loved exploring every nook and cranny
you-know-who." Amy