Fallen

There were a few things she knew about Will Trent. He was tall, at least six-three, with a runner's lean body and the most beautiful legs she had ever seen on a man. His mother had been killed when he was less than a year old. He'd grown up in a children's home and never been adopted. He was a special agent with the GBI. He was one of the smartest men she had ever met, and he was so dyslexic that, as far as she could tell, he read no higher than a second-grade level.

Sara was reminded of yet another one of Will's traits, which was that he had an uncanny knack for keeping his mouth shut when he didn't know what to say. This resulted in the sort of awkward moments that made Sara's dating life look downright ebullient.

A woman can run faster with her skirt up than a man can with his pants down.

Will let out a long breath. "She leaves me a lot. That's what she does. She leaves, and then she comes back. And then she stays some and then she leaves again." "Where does she go?" "I have no idea." "You've never asked her?" "No." Sara Didn't pretend to understand. "Why not?". He glanced out into the street, watching the traffic zoom by. "It's complicated.

To all the librarians in the world on behalf of all the kids y’all helped grow up to be writers

Dušo, znam da imaš posla i znam da će biti opasno, ali u što god da se danas uvališ, neće biti ni približno tako opasno po život kao ono što će se dogoditi ako mi ikad više napraviš ono što si mi radio sinoć i nakon toga zaključiš da se drugo jutro možeš izvući sa rukovanjem. Dobro?

She asked, “Was that really your dinner—two hot dogs and a Krispy Kreme doughnut?” “Four doughnuts.” “What does your cholesterol look like?” “I guess it’s white like what they show in the commercials.