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Violet Lynn Parker, you'd better spill or I'll start bellowing 'Happy Birthday' to you in my Bobcat Goldthwait voice.
Definitely not a Gertrude.
Another girl? That's awesome Shea. What are you guys going to name her, Sheanana?
Elisa Albert in a nutshell: funny, self-aware, and genuinely fearless that she might be a lunatic, or a genius, or both.
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.
Did you just call me BEATRICE?
Debussy
A pretty girl with one blue eye and one brown one.
My sister the nun, who wasn't going to wait for the bishop because she had an eighty-proof hangover,
Holding Frances in my arms is the best drug in the world.
Charlie ... " Silena's eyes were a million miles away. "See Charlie.
Janie.
Does not like.
To be called.
Buffy.
O.M.G. Lucca, what are you feeding her? Everyday I look at you, and I swear those twinnes must double in size. Look at your bump in this dress, how are you managing to cart that around? Rather you than me chubby." ~Hazel
Violet Markey.There's more to you than meets the eye.
CLAIRE
I used to be a baby!
CADAN
I'm sorry.
this woman I have always adored. I think
I was thinking of Lena. Of course. I was always thinking of Lena.
Jesper Llewellyn Fahey, that is enough!" Colm roared. (...)
Inej cocked her head to one side. "Jesper Llewellyn Fahey?"
"Shut up," said Jesper. "It's a family name."
Inej made a solemn bow. "Whatever you say, Llewellyn.
Aunt May, my sweet Aunt May, who taught me how to knit, who bought me a piece of candy every time we went to the store, jabbed a cocktail fork at my eye.
I'll simply say here that I was born Beatrice Gladys Lillie at an extremely tender age because my mother needed a fourth at meals.
Grandmothers died. It was to be expected. You weren't even allowed to be that upset about it. Please don't let Frannie have died. Please don't let anyone have died. Nobody else in our family will
I always wanted to play Joan of Arc. I've always wanted to do that. Now I'm thinking, 'Maybe there's a story in Joan of Arc's mother!' If I don't hurry up, her grandmother!
Melissa officinalis
Elena.
Hush, let me talk to the crazy lady.
Franny gave her sister a tired smile. "Oh, my love," she said. "What do the only children do?"
"We'll never have to know," Caroline said.
Do you know who I am?" (Cassidy)
"Cassidy Summers, approximately thirty-years-old and a waitress who isn't sure who the father of her child really is." (Ashling)
Your sister Betsey Trotwood...
Where's Bennie?" Nydia said. Bennie was Sierra's best friend, and it wasn't like her to miss a practice. "She at some Super Saiyan dorkmeister overnight camp upstate for the week," Sierra said. "Learning how to make robots or computers or planets or something.
Elizabeth Spencer.
Right now I'm trying to do a fragrance called Natalie. She's very, very much alive for us.
Unyielding - Oh Norma Jeane leads a crazy life, you see - she has a former husband very jealous of her - he is her "ex" but he is
My name, it's Elizabeth. And I assure you, I'm no tart.
Helen of Troy, a hooker from Upstate New York. Never got a dinner!
She made it plain that her fondest wish was to have a grandbaby. Whenever fat Irene would pick up the baby, which was not too often, Mrs. Hoge would declare, "Irene, you don't know how becoming that looks." As if someone ought to have a kid because it looked good on them.
Today I will pursue Francesca. And she will run if she knows what's good for her.
Mother Goose is on the loose, stealing lines from Lenny Bruce.
Frances is a sealed letter. It doesn't matter where she's been or who's pawed her, no one gets to handle the contents no matter how grimy the envelope. And it's for sure no one's going to be able to steam her open.
Abby. She's a pigeon. A demonic pigeon that fucks with my head so bad I can't think straight. Nothing makes sense anymore, Cam. Every rule I've ever made's getting broken one by one. I'm a pussy. No ... worse. I'm Shep.
to do with Lottie's final wishes for her memoirs. With the help of Millie and Henry, Fran and
KACIE: Someone, somewhere loved her. Perhaps she'd been nice to fluffy kittens or someone in a previous life.
Jean was definitely the girl who mattered, despite her queer ideas and queerer friends. He had no intention of totally abandoning Naomi or Joy or Elsa or - what was her name? - Denise; but the time had come for something more permanent.
Once Charles arrived, Franny would start laughing the way she had when she was twenty-four, and the rest of them could start setting one another on fire for all she cared. That's what best friends did: ruin people for everyone else.
He looked like Bree, didn't he? He was like her?" "Yes." He breathed heavily, almost a snort. "I could see it in your face - when you'd look at her, I could see you thinking of him. Damn you, Claire Beauchamp," he said, very softly.
Rue, who when you ask her what she loves most in the world, replies, of all things, Music.
She has the care of a mother, the love of a sister, a prostitute in bed. Who is she?
Her mother's quiet disapproval and withdrawal was a death in itself, and Franckline's despair at it was transmitted, she was sure of it, to the child. She transgressed twice, first by making the child, then by giving it her despair, the despair that left it unable to live.
I'm here, hold on to me, Jo, dear!" - Laurie
JEAN
I need him like the axe needs the turkey.
HARRINGTON
Don't be vulgar, Jean. Let us be crooked, but never common.
Valerie Sherwood, I said to myself, you're going to die.
Her name's Brienne.
My great-great-great-grandmother
Helene, I will take your struggle away. I will bring you back to life.
Christophe, with the careful tone of an adult telling a kid not to pet the nice foaming-rabid pooch.
She considered compassion the highest virtue, but that night on Obstetric Ward B, it had had a twin sister whose face was invisible to Carla. The suffering women, however, had recognized it immediately: condemnation.
She is of the race of Jeanne d'Arc, this Northern girl, in her voice, her bearing, her beliefs. That kind if not to be possessed by one man; she belongs to a cause, to the people.
Mother Goose!
I have never much cared for flippant remarks, especially when others make them, and in particular, I don't give a frog's fundament for them when they come from an adult.
the Pierre, she pictured Charlotte's face at lunch
Rilla," Raoul said, and at the sound of my childhood nickname, my heart gave a pang. "Don't I have the right to claim what is mine?"
"Of course you do," I said ... "But surely not at any cost.
Francine looked up and mouthed, "Thank you." "any titme," I lied.
You never knew what to expect with Ingrid. One minute she could be sawing the locks off Pierpont's freezers; the next, providing shelter for the homeless birds of Switzerland.
If she were a president, she'd be Baberham Lincoln.
Katniss the mockingjay
Maggie? Maggie's too busy hating herself to love anyone.
That queen of secrecy, the violet.
My wife." "By what name is she called, Kincaid?" "Mine.
I thought about Cassidy, and how she pronounced "vitamin" the British way and hated when people took too many napkins in restaurants.
Nina, little red bird. Don't go.
If Fran Lebowitz and Ian Fleming had blessed the world with a love child it would have been author J. Fields Jr.
What's she like, the Peeping Tammy?" "She doesn't think about it that way, and you get it when she talks. She likes people.
Catharine Victoria Santoro di Valleria." Cat blinked. "Why are you 'full naming' me?
Francie loved the smell of coffee and the way it was hot. As she ate her bread and meat, she kept one hand curved about the cup enjoying its warmth. From time to time, she'd smell the bitter sweetness of it. That was better than drinking it. At the end of the meal, it went downt the sink.
Brooke Dumas. I'm Remington.
What a strange family you are! Is your name Lettie too?
Sometimes, though only in my most unguarded moments, I can still think of Annette Winters as my first love. At fifteen, she was tall, slender, very dark: an intelligent, sly girl possessed of what I think of now, though I didn't think of then, as a kind of debatable beauty.
Meg McCaffrey, a girl of few words and much belching.
hospital johnny.
Franny and Leo didn't talk about marriage, except sometimes sentimentally in bed, his hands spreading wide across her back, and even then it was only to say how quickly they would have married had it not been for the future and the past. What
My real name is Madeleine Wickham, under which I write dramas with an edge of humour. As Sophie Kinsella it's fast, all-out comedies, such as the 'Shopaholic' series.
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.
I got a girl named Bony Maronie, she's as skinny as a stick of macaroni.
Gilly Gilleshpee
Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except, I don't like Beatrice. I just like B and that's all.
Camille Paglia is: 'the nipple-pierced person's Phyllis Schlafly who poses as a sexual renegade but is in fact the most dutiful of patriarchal daughters.
A hundred francs," thought Fantine. "But in what trade can one earn a hundred sous a day?" "Come!" said she, "let us sell what is left." The unfortunate girl became a woman of the town.
This was not Aunt Dahlia, my good and kindly aunt, but my Aunt Agatha, the one who chews broken bottles and kills rats with her teeth.
She's life, and I'm death. Prescott Burlington-Smyth is everything I want to be. A storm moving out of a shit situation at the speed of light, not looking back to spare a glance at the casualties of her actions. How
Wife-Mother-Actress-Author The world will remember.
I walk up right behind Frannie, where she's sitting near the door, in time to hear her say, "You know what, Tay? Go to Hell," and I smile, because I think it's cute that she's inviting her friends along.
What's your name, honey?" Frank asked her. "Beth Riley," she said. She could hear footsteps overhead as the agents stomped around her parents' bedroom upstairs. "What's your real name?" he asked. Her skin prickled. "Beth Riley," she said again.
Janet who said excellent! in answer to everything and drank coffee from a pink mug that said Janet.
Shirley! Don't call me Shirley!
Elizabeth, just like our queen. I'm Gabriel Storm.
My mother was a stout woman with a man's name - Billie. She was plain-faced with honest eyes - no black grease by the lash line, no blue powder on the lids, eyebrows not plucked up high and thin.
Someone's going to be able to take good care of my sister. She knows how to be taken care of.
(Who Did No Harm to No Man all the Dais of Her Life. Reader, Can You Say Lykewise?).
Jane!
Mr. Rochester!
I woke up last night and thought: 'I must call somebody in my next novel Casablanca.' It's such a great name. I don't want to call anybody Fred or Jane or Susan, so when three people get into bed together, you don't know who they are.
Jane Jameson."
He grinned. "Like the porn star."
I gaped at him. "What? No, Jane Jameson."
"Oh, not as fun," he said, making disappointed clucking noises.
Amy, Dan, and Nellie were sitting at a table in a conference room, examining reproductions of Franklin documents-some so rare, the librarians told her, the only copies existed in Paris.
"Yeah, here's a rare grocery list," Dan muttered. "Wow.
Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she.
French name, English accent, American school. Anna confused.