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leaving Sobriety City on the Alcohol Express). She
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.
HONORINE BEATRIX
you-know-who." Amy
Old Scully, who according to Jennifer, hadn't the imagination to think the worst. Something she said once, as though neurosis was an artform.
You saved Hal's wife, why not my wife? Why not Janice? WHY NOT MY JANICE?
Lauren "Lo" Howard, proud graduate of Howard University where she majored in integrated marketing and minored in business administration. What was she now? Almost a convicted felon. Lo
Whom she will be my next wife, will marry my attorney on paper and marry me on the bed.
[Writing about her address to a ladies club]: The heart of my message to them was that they would all fry in Hell if they didn't quit reading trash.
There are only a few reasons why Delores Warren would want to talk to me at this point in my life. None of them are pleasant.
I motion toward my office. "Come on in."
This is how it must feel to invite a vampire into your house.
I apologize for Pam. I accidentally hit her in the head with a baseball when we were in fifth grade and knocked her out cold. She's never been right since. (Tory)
Janet who said excellent! in answer to everything and drank coffee from a pink mug that said Janet.
What woman could I hate enough to marry her to the Dragon Reborn?
Definitely not a Gertrude.
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.
She watched the dark highway and entertained me with her vegetable-soup song, except that now there were people mixed in with the beans and potatoes: Dwayne Ray, Mattie, Esperanza, Lou Ann and all the rest.
And me. I was the main ingredient.
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.
Mandy (lentil eating, lesbian, long socks) in PR
that piece of herself. Not now, not ever.Piece-- Sarah Price
Pam is petite, a bristly little chihuahua of a human being. She is the only woman I ever met who claims to be ten years older than she actually is so everyone will tell her how young she looks.
On her daughter Deva: I didn't have familiarity with children. I'm learning day after day, with her. And what impress me the most is that she, Deva, is an individual person. But in miniature, she seems to be a special effect.
I try to find some pity for Tasha. I don't have any. I try to steal some from how I feel about my mom, but there isn't enough to share it.
I scream, "Fuck this shit!" and kick the chair over. Then I go looking for Hannah
I want you to find someone," Deborah said.
"And who would that be?" I asked.
"Me," she said. "I want you to find me.
She is dark browed, sarcastic and occasionally mean spirited. A knife amongst all this flesh, The kind of woman who starts chaos in strangers all day.
She's stupid, isn't she, Emily?
Dan: 'Ah, well, I hope this didn't have anything to do with me.'
Ellen: 'No, not unless you played Cat Woman in Batman.
I don't want her in my car." says Jenna.
I don't want her in my life." says Michael.
I hope she chokes on her fucking Frappuccino." says Akello.
who kept reading out excerpts from her magazine, one of those real-life mags, full of stories about unfaithful spouses, child abuse and kids with cancer.
She's a lovely young woman from upstate New York, but you should be very thankful for those romance-novel-reading, tween-movie-watching women. They've had a big hand in making our town a success." "And Julian's love life, once he learned to spray himself with glitter.
Aunt Hilda,' Violet
She talks philosophy and tries to commit suicide every now and again, apparently in order to annoy her husband.
Brooke Dumas. I'm Remington.
Fuck, she was so sick of herself-herself and her fucking emotional retardation. How did people do this shit all the time, this wanting people, caring about them? How did they stand it, how did they ever get anything done? She was sick of being lost.
Tell me something important about her. People make fun of her?"
"Some did," she said. "I never liked it, but ... "
"Crap." I looked at Molly and said, "Code Carrie. We're in trouble.
Little Sandra Dee isn't supposed to smoke, you know. Or drink. Or breathe." - Sandra Dee, the actress
Stop your idiocy, Sandra, please. For once in your death.
You arrogant, apish, underhonest lewdster! (Maggie)
Well, she's either Jackie or . . . hey, how about Stormy? Like some North Hollywood stripper?
I enjoy working with Deborah Ann, I think she's brilliant. It's been a joy.
She turned her can'ts into cans, and her DREAMS into plans! (Stuck on my screen, and always will be).
Stephanie was ... intense. That's the best word to describe her, Del. The best one.
She has drudge written all over her. She probably stares at the ceiling, things about mopping the floor.
Roberta Marieschi
Tonight, when Frankie sits at the table and innocently knocks over her glass of Diet Coke, Aunt Jayne starts to cry, and the translucent veil of general okayness evaporates to reveal the honest, ugly parts underneath.
They say she was once a grand lady and lived on the hill. But she took to reading books and went from bad to worse. Stuffed her head full of ideas, and now she's a bit addled.
She was good-natured with a ribald sense of humour, breaking wind fairly frequently and uninhibitedly, then asking in a loud voice: "Who's let Johnny out of prison?" I
She's a dead loss. Has no idea what she wants to do with her life. She's so insipid, she's almost invisible.
If I wanted to be any woman in the world, it would not be Bethenny Frankel.
What Martha Stewart-like demon of a Stepford wife is possessing me?
She fucking glued pancakes on my ceiling! The crazy-assed devil woman glued motherfucking pancakes on the ceiling
medi-techs. She wanted a
Who's that little brunette?" Suzanne asked. "I hate little petite types. Gregory doesn't look right with someone petite. Little face, little hands, little dainty feet."
"Big boobs," Beth said, glancing up.
I love her. My piano. play the sh*t outta her.
Here she is at her kitchen table, fingering a jigsaw of thalidomide ginger, thinking about the arthritis in her hands.
Donna fight the darkness, nobody. Embrace it.
Your own wife stole fifty grand from another version of O'Kelly once, didn't she? Would you have returned your wife to that man just to create an opportunity to go undercover?" "Don't you ever speak about my wife again." Derek's voice vibrated down the line.
She was the spare room that never got tidied, the e-mail that never got answered, the loan that never got repaid, the symptom that never got described to a doctor.
Timid Katy no more.. I'd moved onto good ole B&E.
She wears high tech Devo suit, she changed her name to Xerox, she hides quaaludes in her boots.
Maxi-Cosi. This life? She should already know that this
Deborah was the only person on earth who knew what I really was, and even though she was still getting used to the idea, I had thought she understood the very careful boundaries set up by Harry, and understood, too, that I would never cross them.
Tina Blackstone,
Hung herself in the closet."
"Hanged," said Nate.
"Don't be one of those people.
Angie is only getting married once," Marty said. "While your track record for finding bodies, well, let's just say this probably won't be your last." "You
I'm fine," Kate said. "In fact, since my last two dates were so awful, things can only get better."
"Bad deduction," Jessie said. "If that were true, I'd be dating Harrison Ford by now.
Mandy Mitchell's up to her elbows in someone else's shit." Of all the other housekeepers to be assigned to the same floor, she had to get Tori. "As you know, I go by Amanda Lockhart now." "Ah, you'll
She was a single mother of four kids, with little help from Twon, who turned into a complete psychopath once they divorced.
She'd forgotten to love, but she also forgot to hate. (about Clara's mother, who had dementia)
I have decided to change something. I am thinking I may want to go by Aimee again."- Aimee (Marked Book #1) page 102
She's poison of the worst kind, a slow disease that eats the heart and rapes the soul.
I used to be someone.
Someone named Jenna Fox.
That's what they tell me. But I am more than a name. More than they tell me. More than the facts and statistics they fill me with. More than the video clips they make me watch.
More. But I'm not sure what.
I have bad car juju."
-Stephanie Plum
Melissa officinalis
Carolyn Heilbrun's
Letitia! What a name. Halfway between a salad and a sneeze.
Deb was funny and smart, and regarding her looks, she was funny and smart. Tall, skinny, with a long nose, she had a distinctly bony presence. But her smile was warm, and she was unfailingly polite, qualities that go a long way in the world.
Damn it! I knew she was a monster! John! Amy! Listen! Guard your buttholes.
My little Jasnah, insufferable and wonderful.
I need to talk to Lena There it was. I'd finally said it. The one thing that had kept me from being able to exhale all day. The thing that had made me feel like I couldn't sit down, like I couldn't stay. Like I had to get up and go somewhere, even if I had nowhere to go.
Isabelle.
It was always Isabelle.
Agent Julianne was always looking for ways to spin things. She would have been better off owning a laundromat.
What happened to her now?
My name," the boy said importantly, "is Stacey de Lacey."
"But that's a girl's name!" blurted Oliver.
Stacey de Lacey's face turned a dark shade of red. "Silence!" he shouted. "Stacey is one of those names that can be for a boy or a girl! Like Hilary, or Leslie, or...um... Anyway...!
Meg McCaffrey, a girl of few words and much belching.
Whore or courtesan, she put on a great little show.
Elena.
Hush, let me talk to the crazy lady.
Bethyl Ann has vomited words like she ate the dictionary.
CASSIE: Please stay, bound or not, you are my sister. You are the only family I have left.
DIANA: No matter where I go, that is never gonna change. But I have got to get our of here. I've lost everything. I don't even know who I am any more.
One day she told the class, 'Nancy Clutter is always in a hurry, but she always has time. And that's one definition of a lady.'
What are you doing?" I asked Loretta.
"Stabbing a cushion," she told me.
Maggie? Maggie's too busy hating herself to love anyone.
She is an attractive, robust, fleshy, large-headed woman several years younger than Laura (it seems that every one, suddenly, is at least slightly younger than she).
There is something enormously compelling about Fran Cutler. She is a thrilling bundle of energy and enthusiasm.
Life had stopped for her a long time ago. She was so out of touch with her feelings that she had no joy in her life and no concept of the fact that she could be wrong. She delivered her care of her insane patients in a killing manner, but she was convinced she was right.
Kate Daniels, deadly swordswoman and rescuer of hungry orphans. Come in. Wash your hands.
This is my Hanna.
[Wendy Davis is] ruled by a demon of murder.
I will tell you what Jeanne was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off.
Do you have someone watching her house?" (Stephanie)
"That kind of surveillance only happens in the movies. We're so underbudgeted we're one step away from
holding bake sales to pay for toilet paper. (Morelli)
Marcie fancied herself an amateur therapist at times. I was her favorite patient.