“So beautiful, I forgot how to breathe.”
― Nancy Gideon, quote from Masked by Moonlight
“She smiled up at him, and he saw his whole world in her eyes.”
― Nancy Gideon, quote from Masked by Moonlight
“I don't know yet what we're called, or if we have
a name. I know so little and need to learn so much. I'm many things, detective, and all of them love you.”
― Nancy Gideon, quote from Masked by Moonlight
“Thinking he was asleep, she vowed quietly, "I'll keep you safe, Max."
His reply was a rumbled whisper. "You're my every dream, Charlotte”
― Nancy Gideon, quote from Masked by Moonlight
“Keep it. When you have enough of my clothes at your place, I'll have to start staying overnight so I can get dressed."
"Dream on, Savoie."
"Every night, detective.”
― Nancy Gideon, quote from Masked by Moonlight
“Who wants you dead, Max?"
"You, apparently. I didn't realize I was such a poor dinner companion.”
― Nancy Gideon, quote from Masked by Moonlight
Nancy Gideon
Born place: in The United States
Born date May 27, 2018
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“The List.
The love spell...
A man with a sense of loyalty.
A man with a sense of family.
A man who is a good lover.
A man who can be my friend.
A man who can challenge me.
A man I can confess my secrets to.
A man I can trust.
A man with confidence.
A man with an open heart.
A man who will fight for me.
A man who can love me exactly as I am.”
― Jennifer Probst, quote from The Marriage Trap
“Oh, yeah. You're the best," I grinned back at him.
"Pumpkin, hello. Of course I am!”
― Kylie Scott, quote from Play
“Not everyone has to be the Chosen One. Not everyone has to be the guy who saves the world. Most people just have to live their lives the best they can, doing things that are great for them, having great friends, trying to make their lives better, loving people properly. All the while knowing that the world makes no sense but trying to find a way to be happy anyway.”
― Patrick Ness, quote from The Rest of Us Just Live Here
“It was my father who called the city the Mansion on the River. He was talking about Charleston, South Carolina, and he was a native son, peacock proud of a town so pretty it makes your eyes ache with pleasure just to walk down its spellbinding, narrow streets. Charleston was my father’s ministry, his hobbyhorse, his quiet obsession, and the great love of his life. His bloodstream lit up my own with a passion for the city that I’ve never lost nor ever will. I’m Charleston-born, and bred. The city’s two rivers, the Ashley and the Cooper, have flooded and shaped all the days of my life on this storied peninsula. I carry the delicate porcelain beauty of Charleston like the hinged shell of some soft-tissued mollusk. My soul is peninsula-shaped and sun-hardened and river-swollen. The high tides of the city flood my consciousness each day, subject to the whims and harmonies of full moons rising out of the Atlantic. I grow calm when I see the ranks of palmetto trees pulling guard duty on the banks of Colonial Lake or hear the bells of St. Michael’s calling cadence in the cicada-filled trees along Meeting Street. Deep in my bones, I knew early that I was one of those incorrigible creatures known as Charlestonians. It comes to me as a surprising form of knowledge that my time in the city is more vocation than gift; it is my destiny, not my choice. I consider it a high privilege to be a native of one of the loveliest American cities, not a high-kicking, glossy, or lipsticked city, not a city with bells on its fingers or brightly painted toenails, but a ruffled, low-slung city, understated and tolerant of nothing mismade or ostentatious. Though Charleston feels a seersuckered, tuxedoed view of itself, it approves of restraint far more than vainglory. As a boy, in my own backyard I could catch a basket of blue crabs, a string of flounder, a dozen redfish, or a net full of white shrimp. All this I could do in a city enchanting enough to charm cobras out of baskets, one so corniced and filigreed and elaborate that it leaves strangers awed and natives self-satisfied. In its shadows you can find metalwork as delicate as lace and spiral staircases as elaborate as yachts. In the secrecy of its gardens you can discover jasmine and camellias and hundreds of other plants that look embroidered and stolen from the Garden of Eden for the sheer love of richness and the joy of stealing from the gods. In its kitchens, the stoves are lit up in happiness as the lamb is marinating in red wine sauce, vinaigrette is prepared for the salad, crabmeat is anointed with sherry, custards are baked in the oven, and buttermilk biscuits cool on the counter.”
― Pat Conroy, quote from South of Broad
“He was going somewhere, he knew that. And if it was the wrong direction, sooner or later he'd find it out.”
― Raymond Carver, quote from Cathedral
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