Gemplers Catalog Quotes & Sayings

He groaned as soon as Zane touched him, bowing his back to bite at Zane's lip. Their foreheads pressed together, their gasps mingling, and Ty whispered "I love you" between each kiss. Zane — Abigail Roux

The secret to mountain biking is pretty simple. The slower you go the more likely it is you'll crash. — Juli Furtado

Normally I start with a plot, and write a synopsis, and the ideas come from the construction. — Jo Nesbo

The ocean is the lifeblood of our world. If we were to lose our fish that we appreciate so much by overfishing; or if we were to lose some of our favorite beaches to overbuilding and pollution, then how would we feel? It's become a case of not knowing what you've got until it's gone. — Aaron Peirsol

My e-books sales have overtaken everything else, so I think all the marketing has become very much driven by the author now because of social media. — Jane Green

The better I understood my education, the angrier I became that most working-class and poor people are denied one. Why are the children of doctors, lawyers, and engineers taught the mysteries of existence while the children of janitors and waitresses are taught fear? I developed a preoccupation with my own inadequacies, aided by a few professors of elitism. To combat my growing anxiety, I began to envision myself a class spy. I would soak up all of the information they could give me and run reconnaissance for my team. — Frances Varian

I think of what the lakes meant to me then and what they mean to me now. In the middle of the lake, I'm completely present. I'm no longer afraid to be alone. I've conditioned myself to the lake, to the cold, to the pain of it. I can hold it. I've made it mine. — Jessica J. Lee

Laughing, the man replied, "I've been following you, you've been following the pilgrims in front of you, and they've been following in the footsteps of a million more pilgrims before them. — Stephen Marriott

Rage had consumed her. She hadn't wanted to just murder him. She had wanted to empty her gun into his chest. And then she wanted to fill the holes with burning oil and dance in his still-warm blood. She had felt dead inside. — Karin Slaughter

Perhaps it was better not to see pictures: they only made one hopelessly discontented with one's own work. — Virginia Woolf