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“How was Paris? How was the island? How was the resort? Did he screw your brains out everywhere?" "Beautiful, wonderful, interesting, and yeah, he did.”Mavis, Eve Dallas
“My underwear's solid gold. It chafes some, but it makes me feel secure.”Eve Dallas
“You changed my life,” she said again. “At least part of it. I’m beginning to see it’s the best part of it. I want you to know that. I want you to remember that when we get back and things settle into routine, if I forget to let you know what I feel or what I think or how much you mean to me.”Highlighted by 24 Kindle customers
People speak of the heart, Lieutenant, but it’s the brain that holds all the magic and mystery of the human species. It elevates us, separates us, defines us as individuals. And the secrets of it—well, it’s doubtful we’ll ever know them all.Highlighted by 20 Kindle customers
Some things last, she thought. Some ordinary things. Like love.Highlighted by 18 Kindle customers
“A ghra.” “Huh?” A line appeared between her brows. “Is that Gaelic again?” “Yes.” He brought their joined fingers to his lips. “Love. My love.”Highlighted by 14 Kindle customers
All but doubled over with laughter, she threw her arms around him, hugged herself to his back. “Oh, I love you.”Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
“My underwear’s solid gold. It chafes some, but it makes me feel secure.”Highlighted by 9 Kindle customers
“Let me tell you what I think about the branding at birth issue, Lieutenant. It’s a cop-out, plain and simple. It’s a crutch. I couldn’t help setting fire to that building and burning hundreds of people alive. I was born an arsonist. I couldn’t stop myself from battering that old woman to death for her handful of credits. My mother was a thief.”Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
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Leanore Bastwick sat in her custom-made leather chair in the glass-walled corner office of Fitzhugh, Bastwick, and Stern.Highlighted by 5 Kindle customers
Eve had recognized him. Naked, bled almost dry, and smiling up at his own reflection was the renowned defense attorney S. T. Fitzhugh.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
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