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“A POCKET-SIZED GIRL

He keeps me in his pocket
for a rainy day;
he swears I'm not an object
as he yo-yo's me away.

A friend is what we'll call it,
but my friend, he does not know,
each time it rains I love him�
so to his pocket, I must go.

He thinks he's being clever,
but I am not a fool;
his love ain't worth a penny,
so to my heart I must be cruel.”
― Coco J. Ginger

“Don't worry about it, Mikey," Dee said comfortingly. "You'll probably be next, so you won't be here when our Great Deception comes crashing down.”
― L.J. Smith, The Forbidden Game

“You’re not allowed to get pregnant until you’re at least thirty. I’m not ready to be an uncle.â€�
“Oh my God. Life isn’t always about you!� They stand there bickering as if I’m not bent in half on the marble floor, gasping for air.
“I’m not having kids with you,� I wheeze at Summer. “I don’t want to be part of your insane family.�
“Oh hush, sweetie. It’s too late. I’ve become attached.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Chase

“One more game," somebody behind her said, and somebody else said, "But who's going to be It?”
― L.J. Smith

“It is possible,â€� said Miss Marling stiffly, “that Frederick and not Mary will have the ordering of the journey.â€�

Vidal chuckled. “Not if I know my Mary,â€� he replied”
― Georgette Heyer, Devil's Cub

“I might feel sorry for you, Tom, if you weren't such a selfish arse. I've seen you like this before, and I already know where it will lead. This is why you own more houses than you can live in, more horses than you can ride and more paintings than you have walls. For you, disappointment is inevitable. As soon as you obtain the object of your desire, it loses its power to enchant you. Knowing that, do you think Devon or I would ever allow you to court Cassandra?"
"I wouldn't lose interest in my own wife."
"How could it be otherwise?" West asked softly. "All that matters to you is the chase.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Chasing Cassandra

“My heart burns me too, and I would have started sooner; but now I must rest a little to run the better”
― Jrr Tolkien

“My heart burns me too, and I would have started sooner; but now I must rest a little to run the better”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

“Miss Wigglesworth gave him an assessing look out of her remarkable blue eyes.
“You’re a libertine? How very unique.�
She gave a small fake yawn. She was, in that heartbeat, so perfect and so pure and so very dangerous indeed that all he could do was frighten her away.
“Have you been listening at keyholes, Lazuli? I assure you, they have always been willing, even when I ask that they pretend otherwise.�
She blushed deep pink at that � an appealing thing, the blood high under her cheeks, warm and subtle and alive. He wanted to delve into her, with teeth and body until she was ravaged and supine and wrecked and bleeding and his. She did not, as he had expected, break away from him mid-step. The blush was there, to be sure, but she was made of sterner stuff. Any true innocent would be repulsed by the intent in his tone. A woman without experience would fear the implication of his preferences � the certain acknowledgment that there was wolf, nothing but wolf, underneath all his icy indifference. Faith was intrigued. She tilted her head and looked hard at him, her lovely eyes flinty.
“So, you’re just a beast who enjoys the chase, nothing else?�
“Exactly so.�
She threw it all at him. Like a piece of warm fresh meat, cut and dripping temptation, enough to make him salivate, to bait her trap.
“You can’t catch me.�
The waltz ended.”
― Gail Carriger, How to Marry a Werewolf

“But for me, there's nothing better than feeling the firm surface of a sketchpad under my hand, hearing the scrape of a pencil or the rasp of charcoal moving across the page. Drawing on paper and painting on canvas is so ingrained in me that I can't imagine ever relying solely on technology.
I'm sure eventually museums will display only digital screens instead of canvases, and maybe it makes me a dinosaur, but that notion is a real bummer to me.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Chase

“There was only the memory of Cassandra's sweet, yielding mouth, the lush curves of her body molding perfectly to his. Like a melody that kept repeating itself throughout a symphony, she was his idée fixe, haunting him whether dreaming or awake.
Everything demanded that he chase Cassandra, do whatever was necessary to win her. But if he succeeded, he would destroy everything that made her worth having.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Chasing Cassandra

“Silence is not my friend. Silence forces you to examine your own mind, To face the thoughts you pushed aside during the day or the worries you hoped would go away, the secrets you tried to keep. I'm not a fan of my own thoughts. They tend to be a jumble of insecurity, mixed with self-doubt, a splash of inner critic, and a sprinkling of misplaces over-confidence, It's a fucked-up place, my mind.”
― Elle Kennedy

“Silence is not my friend. Silence forces you to examine your own mind, To face the thoughts you pushed aside during the day or the worries you hoped would go away, the secrets you tried to keep. I'm not a fan of my own thoughts. They tend to be a jumble of insecurity, mixed with self-doubt, a splash of inner critic, and a sprinkling of misplaces over-confidence. It's a fucked-up place, my mind.”
― Elle Kennedy

“„I hate you, January. Just die already.â€�

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― Elle Kennedy