Susan Elizabeth Phillips · 400 pages
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“She thought it over, but couldn’t see any immediate loopholes other than the threat of her inner slut emerging, and she could darned well control that little bitch.”
“Do you really expect me to fall apart every time another woman throws herself at you? Because, if that's so, I'll be a nervous wreck before the honeymoon's over. Although, if they do it in front of me..."
He went still. "Did you just propose to me?"
She bristled. "Do you have a problem with that?"
The scoreboard lit up, and he gave the world a high five. "God, I love you.”
“So, Beav, tell me about yourself."
"I'm Blue."
"Sweetheart, if I had your dubious taste in men, I wouldn't be too happy, either."
"My name is Blue. Blue Bailey.”
“You can't do extraordinary things in the world if you're spending time criticizing others because they don't look or behave the way you think they should.”
“She gave Pretty Boy a surreptitious glance. Did he honestly expect her to believe he was gay? True, there were the gay boots and those stunning good looks. But, even so, he blasted enough heterosexual mega-wattage to light up the entire female population. Which he’d undoubtedly been doing since he shot out of the birth canal, glimpsed his reflection in the obstetrician’s eyeglasses, and gave the world a high five.”
“Make-up? What happened? You look almost female."
"Thanks. You look almost straight.”
“Life sure is easier when you're rich."
"And a natural born charmer. Don't forget that part."
"How could I?" she retorted. "It's the only thing we have in common.”
“I’ve got some work to do.” He looked at Blue. “Give me a hug before I go, sweetheart.”
She got up. Compliant for the first time since he’d met her. Riley’s appearance had put a crimp in his plan to deal with her lie about April but only temporarily.
He moved to the center of the caravan so he didn’t bump his head. She wrapped his arms around his waist. He considered coping a feel, but she must have read his mind because she pinched him hard through his t-shirt.
“Ouch.”
She smiled up at his as she pulled away.
“Miss me, dreamboat.”
He glared at her, rubbed his side, and left the caravan.”
“Who the hell is that?!
Some call her Satan. Others, Beelzebub. She goes by many names.”
“She grabbed the bills. “Alright, you rat bastard, you win.” She stuffed the money in her back pocket.
“But I’m only taking it because I’m greedy and desperate, and because there’s no door on that room so you can’t get too frisky.
“Fair enough.”
“I mean it, Dean. If you try to cop even one feel…”
“Me? What about you?” His eyes slid over her like cool icing on hot spice cake. “How about this, double or nothing.”
“What are you taking about?”
“You touch me first, I keep the hundred. I touch you first, you get two hundred. Nobody touches anybody, the deals stands as is.”
She thought it over, but couldn’t see any immediate loopholes other than the threat of her inner-slut emerging, and she could darn well control that little bitch. “Deal.”
“wouldn't you like to make sure all those millions you give to Uncle Sam went to schools and hospitals instead of nuclear warheads?'
As a matter of fact, he would. Playgrounds for big kids, preschool programs to little ones, and mandatory LASIK surgery for NFL refs.”
“Thanks to April,” she whispered, “you have the wedding you’ve dreamed about ever since you were a little girl.”
Dean’s boom of laughter was one more reason she loved this man with all her heart.”
“Before you go anywhere, Mr. Football Player,” Nita said, “I want to know exactly what your intentions are toward my Blue.”
“If you 're serious about getting it on again, be sure to give me some advance notice, so I can grab my appointment calendar and block out three minutes.”
“I have so much character that adding beauty to the mix would be greedy.”
“Blue hadn’t expected him to come back, and she stumbled on nothing. He grabbed her just as she was about to step into the roller pan. April, who’d been doing some X-rated grinds to “Baby Got Back,” immediately stopped dancing. Jack sat Blue on her feet.”
“-Lo intentaré.
-Lo intentarás.-La voz de Dean sonó cortante.
-¿Qué quieres de mí?-gimió ella.
El hombre de acero echó hacia delante la mandíbula.
-Quiero que seas tan fuerte como das a entender que eres.”
“..".ne možeš učiniti ništa značajno u svijetu ukoliko trošiš vrijeme na
kritiziranje drugih zato što ne izgledaju ili se ne ponašaju onako kako ti misliš da bi trebali.”
“As she reached for the plates, she wondered if her life could get any weirder. Her life savings had been handed over to a band of South American guerrillas, she had a phony engagement to a famous football player, she was homeless and jobless, and she was making breakfast for Mad Jack Patriot.”
“Even though she was jobless, penniless, and homeless, he was the needy one.”
“Meséljen magáról, Hód.
- Blue vagyok.
- Drágám, ha ilyen rossz ízlésem lenne a férfiak terén, én sem lennék boldog.
- A nevem Blue. Blue Bailey.
- Álnévnek tűnik.
- Anyám aznap egy kicsit depis volt, amikor kitöltötte a születési anyakönyvi kivonatomat.”
“Blue-nak elakadt a lélegzete. - Jézusom, csak nem vette elő?
Dean nem tehetett róla. Lenézett az ágyékára.
A lány azonban a minibárt nézte. Ledobta a vázlatfüzetét, elrohant a férfi mellett és felkapta
az árlistát. - Ezt nézze! Huszonöt dollár egy kisüveges ásványvíz. Három dollár egy Snickers.
Egy Snickers!”
“—Don’t you own anything pink?
She looked down at her bike shorts and camouflage T-shirt. —What’s wrong with this?
—Nothing, if you’re planning to invade Cuba.”
“Ho abbastanza carattere per cui aggiungere anche la bellezza all’insieme sarebbe pura avidità.”
“I have an unhealthy curiosity about other people’s business.”
“That’s not fair. I like lying to you. It makes my life easier.”
“She pretended she understood him, but how could she? He lived in the stars, and she was good, solid earth. She”
“It wasn’t every day a guy saw a headless beaver marching down the side of a road, not even in Dean Robillard’s larger-than-life world. “Son of a…” Dean”
“This law is even more significant when we put it in the context of other laws in the Mosaic covenant. In other cases in the Mosaic law where someone accidentally caused the death of another person, there was no requirement to give “life for life,” no capital punishment. Rather, the person who accidentally caused someone else’s death was required to flee to one of the “cities of refuge” until the death of the high priest (see Num. 35:9–15, 22–29). This was a kind of “house arrest,” although the person had to stay within a city rather than within a house for a limited period of time. It was a far lesser punishment than “life for life.” This means that God established for Israel a law code that placed a higher value on protecting the life of a pregnant woman and her preborn child than the life of anyone else in Israelite society. Far from treating the death of a preborn child as less significant than the death of others in society, this law treats the death of a preborn child or its mother as more significant and worthy of more severe punishment. And the law does not place any restriction on the number of months the woman was pregnant. Presumably it would apply from a very early stage in pregnancy, whenever it could be known that a miscarriage had occurred and her child or children had died as a result. Moreover, this law applies to a case of accidental killing of a preborn child. But if accidental killing of a preborn child is so serious in God’s eyes, then surely intentional killing of a preborn child must be an even worse crime. The conclusion from all of these verses is that the Bible teaches that we should think of the preborn child as a person from the moment of conception, and we should give to the preborn child legal protection at least equal to that of others in the society. Additional note: It is likely that many people reading this evidence from the Bible, perhaps for the first time, will already have had an abortion. Others reading this will have encouraged someone else to have an abortion. I cannot minimize or deny the moral wrong involved in this action, but I can point to the repeated offer of the Bible that God will give forgiveness of sins to those who repent of their sin and trust in Jesus Christ for forgiveness: “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness” (1 John 1:9). Although such sin, like all other sin, deserves God’s wrath, Jesus Christ took that wrath on himself as a substitute for all who would believe in him: “He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed” (1 Peter 2:24).”
“But before either of us can speak again, I feel crackle-crackle-crackle. I can't tell what's going to happen next. My seizure begins to spin slowly through me. What will my dad do? Whatever it is, in another moment I'll be flying free. Either way, whatever he does, I'll be soaring.”
“Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love – for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you from misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.”
“Trains in these parts went from East to West, and from West to East . . .
On either side of the railway lines lay the great wide spaces of the desert - Sary-Ozeki, the Middle lands of the yellow steppes.
In these parts any distance was measured in relation to the railway, as if from the Greenwich meridian . . .
And the trains went from East to West, and from West to East . . .”
“Life for me had already lost much of its pulp; the edges were collapsing into the center, and in that gap was the sympathy Peter had sought all his life and never got from anyone. Or perhaps "sympathy" was the wrong word; what he was telling me was more confirmation of what I already understood in biblical terms: the bad Peter, under the influence of the Devil, did horrible things. His honesty was evidence that the good Peter was finally triumphing over the bad one, because to me, that was the whole point of confession -- to figure out where you've gone wrong and to stop sinning.”
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