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Lily Calloway ... all this time, your superpower has been loving me.
Ruth understood a man's character to be more important than youthful romance
Is it Rilla-my-Rilla?
Without Ruth's partnership and encouragement over the years, my own work would have been impossible. We were called by God as a team.
Her name was Tolly Mune, but in the stories they call her all sorts of things.
Your sister Betsey Trotwood...
Some women say as they get older they're no longer noticed: they disappear. Men, for instance, don't see them. Nobody wants them. That doesn't happen to me because of who I am. Not because I'm any more scintillating company, but because I'm Ruth Rendell.
Lochsong - she's like Linford Christie ... without the lunchbox.
Anne Shirley. Anne with an e.
If you look at old pictures, Irene Casey is so pretty. Not just young, but pretty the way you look when your face goes smooth, the skin around your eyes and lips relaxed, the pretty you only look when you love the person taking the picture.
Ruthy's got the curves of the Scalextric he had once gotten for Christmas.
Ruby Stevens was determined, ambitious and tough. She had to fend for herself in so many ways as a child and always felt apart, on her own.
[T]ruth is considered profane, and only illusion is sacred
Marie Laurencin.
Mandy (lentil eating, lesbian, long socks) in PR
The biggest inspiration for everything I do is, of course, my wife, playwright Ruth McKee.
Ruthie started to cry at Julia's use of the word "hate," though Ruthie knew it was true, accurate. For a long time now it had been easier just to hate her sister. Easier to try to define the relationship with that simple emotion than to live with the conflicting set of feelings Julia brought forth.
Ruth whacked the seat beside her on the sofa, in what could only be interpreted as an invitation. It was like receiving a personalized Molotov cocktail. Gamache
(Who Did No Harm to No Man all the Dais of Her Life. Reader, Can You Say Lykewise?).
We named her Dorothy Ann. Dolly, for short. I kissed her warily, fearful of the pain of loving her, love her, though love her I did; fearful lest she hurt me by dying.
MR. GEORGE MOTHER MARGARET
Ruth thought of a novel as a great, untidy house, a disorderly mansion; her job was to make the place fit to live in, to give it at least the semblance of order. Only when she wrote was she unafraid.
The ree the ra the ree the ra the roo. Lord, I mustn't lilt here.
Do you miss Susie?"
Because it was dark, because Ruth was facing away from her,because Ruth was almost a stranger, Lindsey said what she felt.
"More than anyone will ever know.
Hello, Hazel Levesque.
And that whole do-able/undo-able thing? Yeah. Need I point out that neither Ruth nor I have ever "done" anybody in our lives?
I have a new nickname for Dottie. She's now the Crazy Whisperer.
Everybody knows who Reba is. She has one name, for goodness sakes! There's only, like, six people in the world that have one name.
You don't like her, do you?" "Who, me? No, I love her dearly. Evil scheming bitches are my favorite kind of people." (Risa)
Violet Lynn Parker, you'd better spill or I'll start bellowing 'Happy Birthday' to you in my Bobcat Goldthwait voice.
Allie-Cat? Oh help me Rhonda. He's given me a pet name.
Tina Blackstone,
Rachel The Huffington Post
She was the woman in the table.
Ruth puts in all the tiddley bits and the expression and doesn't mind how many wrong notes she strikes, but with Jane it is accuracy or nothing. I don't know which Chopin would have hated more, Eleanor said, folding bread and butter into a thickness that would match her appetite.
I seem to remember there was some hocus-pocus with that one."
"You mean hanky-panky!" shouted Ruth. "There was hanky panky.
Aunt Hilda,' Violet
Gilly Gilleshpee
She smells like angels ought to smell, the perfect woman ... the Goddess. Goldie. She says her name is Goldie.
I'm just a Ragetty Anne in a Barbie Doll World
I have dirty things on my mind and they all involve Rebecca Radley.
Lillian looked around the room.
"Where are the others? The Prescott girl and the good-looking one?"
"Baby," said Rusty, "I'm right here.
Dementia. Ruth puzzled over the diagnosis: How could such a beautiful-sounding word apply to such a destructive disease? It was a name befitting a goddess: Dementia, who caused her sister Demeter to forget to turn winter into spring.
Janie.
Does not like.
To be called.
Buffy.
Ruth Cole was a novelist; novelists are not at their best when they go off half-cocked. She believed that she would prepare what she was going to tell the police - preferably in writing.
Violet Markey, I'd like to be your partner on this project.
Taken as a whole, the story of Ruth is one of those signs. It was written to give us encouragement and hope that all the perplexing turns in our lives are going somewhere good. They do not lead off a cliff. In all the setbacks of our lives as believers, God is plotting for our joy.
Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain.
Old Woman Nora of Loch Lomond
To her three wee Grandaughters one cold night.
It called her by name. Birdie. Songkeeper. Beloved. You are mine.
Sumi may have my vow, but you have my heart, Rileigh Martin. I will never stop loving you.
When I met Rachel Robinson for the first time, she is a regal woman, and she was like a grandmother in that first meeting.
She's not pretty. Little, funny Fernie. She's not pretty. Poor Fernie.
Just her and the great outdoors. Gwendolyn Margaret Passmore and a million blades of grass.
She raised their three kids in spite of him, working long hours at a shoe factory until she had a hump in her back from bending over a sewing machine. But still, she's loving, kind, and sober. I don't get it. Ruthie
Melissa officinalis
Elizabeth Spencer.
She has the care of a mother, the love of a sister, a prostitute in bed. Who is she?
I have a name," I grumped, my stomach pinching me harder.
"Yes, but it has no pizzazz. Ra-a-a-a-chel. Rach-e-e-e-eel," he said, trying it out in different ways. "No one will tremble in terror at that. Oh my God!" he said in a high falsetto. "It's Rachel! Run! Hide!
So, in your own words, what did this monster take from you?' Ruth thought for a moment. 'Light.
Her real name will come later, but her current code name is Petunia.
What's Psycho Bitch Barbie doing here?" Nora
I wonder who you'll marry now, Esther.
I'll be damned. Miranda Sweet, is it you or is my glaucoma acting up again?" Ruby Sue sat her glass down on the Formica countertop with a clank. "You always did know how to make an entrance. Who do you think you are, the Queen of England?
Quick! Do a roly, roly poly!
Irene Finney filled the void with a child not loved then lost, but first lost, then loved.
The sweet creature! She would look it up in her big Dante when she got home. What a woman!
Jessica, who loves stories,
you-know-who." Amy
Ruth wiped her eyes. Successful at a price? Forgiven but damaged? She wished so much more for her baby sister.
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
My heart beats her name
She was my sacred angel that I could never violate. Reira was my sanctuary. I needed something solid like that in this dirty, disappointing world.
Rosabelle - answer - tell - pray, answer - look - tell - answer, answer - tell.
Melly is the only woman friend I ever had," she thought forlornly, "the only woman except Mother who really loved me. She's like Mother, too. Everyone who knew her has clung to her skirts.
Do you know what I miss most about Rosemary? Simply knowing she was there.
Pick this one, she vibrates!
Hip to the fact that well-behaved women rarely make history, Diane [Wilson] has already inspired a new movement of totally uncontrollable, irresistible and unreasonable women!
A girl who would never play in a tournament. She'd been butchered by agents of the Red Rose when they'd been unable to steal her away.
To meet her fate beneath the rowan trees in the hills near
Cyrus is the meat and potatoes of my life, but Prudence was a cupcake I could enjoy just for the sheer sweetness of being with her.
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.
The Swendish queen - whose name I couldn't pronounce to save my life.
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).
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.
She was the kind of woman a person could die over or kill over.
You do not know what all around you see in Esther Summerson, how many hearts she touches and awakens, what sacred admiration and what love she wins.
Mr. Woodcourt
When she bought the cats her mother asked her straight out if they were 'baby substitutes'. 'No,' Ruth had answered, straight-faced. 'They're kittens. If I had a baby it would be a cat substitute.
Vickie ... you got some 'splaining to do!
After a short breather, Reiko crushed her cigarette out and picked her guitar up again. She played "Penny Lane," "Blackbird," "Julia," "When I'm 64," "Nowhere Man," "And I Love Her," and "Hey Jude.
Nurse Rozetta, I won't let her catch me peering down her sweeter.
Hank Promise's niece. But he'd talk to Mandy
What's her name? Claire, what's her name?
MRS. REYES FARROW.
Oh my God, of course she was Lily - and she was sickeningly beautiful. Suddenly, I was even more nauseous than usual. I was going to vomit all over myself and be dubbed hurl-girl for the rest of eternity. I was going to throw up all over Lillian Hunt. - Nicole Abbot
Randall kept his eyes glued to the computer screen as she approached. A stranger might have mistaken him for a dedicated Information Sciences professional getting an early start on some important research, but Ruth knew that he was actually scouring eBay for vintage Hasbro action figures ...
Alison Rosen IWHI! From the easter egg chapter.
Troutie, my bonnie little fellow, am not I the most beautiful woman in all the world?
I have many names; some call me Mr. Ra, others call me Mr. Re, you can call me Mr. Mystery.
Elena.
Hush, let me talk to the crazy lady.