Nicci Quotes & Sayings

It made me realize how unimaginative I had always been about battered wives. Disaster creeps up, a tidal wave on the tourist beach. By the time you can see it, you are powerless or unable to resist it and it rolls you up and away. — Nicci French

If I had to ask him to ask me, it wasn't going to work as an expression of concern. Like when you ask someone if they love you - if you have to ask them, they don't. Or not enough. Not the way you want them to. — Nicci French

There's a story in all of us. All we need to do is decide how to tell it" -Nicci Sefton — Nicci Sefton

The feel of my silky smooth legs made his penis wobble and bounce uncontrollably as my hands reached his hairy chest. — Nicci Greene

Better to start too slowly and build up," said a piece of text in italics, "than start too quickly and give up. — Nicci French

We laughed and laughed and passed the bong around each other taking turns to burn our lungs. The room was smokier than ever before and it was late in the afternoon when I realised I was stuck.
I was stuck to the sofa like glue. My whole body sank deeper and deeper into the material. My blood felt like liquid lead in my limbs as if lifting my arm could not be possible without a powerful crane. My mind drifted to the big cranes you see on building sites and I imagined it attempting to lift my arm as it buckled under the weight.
I closed my eyes unable to hold my eyelids open anymore. My body sank even deeper as if the sofa was melting chocolate and my body heat was melting it beneath me. It began to feel like thick treacle beneath me as if it would stick to me making it harder for me to move or get up then I felt his hand again. — Nicci Greene

He must have felt a surge as he pulled away out of my mouth careful not to come too early and ruin the rest of his playtime. — Nicci Greene

Pauline had once said to me, after she was through the worst of her stunned unhappiness, that if you behave as if you are all right, then one day you will be. — Nicci French

Zedd planted his fists on his hips and turned a look on Cara. "Now Mord-Sith have become experts in magic. What next?" "A talking machine," Nicci said. — Terry Goodkind

If you call the day after, you're maybe a bit desperate because, since the first day is out of the question, the second day is really the first day, so you're calling on the first day. If they're going to call, people call on the third day. — Nicci French

And how do you undo damage that's been built into the foundations? With houses, it's easier to pull the whole thing down and start again. You can't do that with people. — Nicci French

I don't want you to be interested in my life. I want you to be interested in me. — Nicci French

Have you heard the old adage advising to always grow oleanders at your back door? Nicci asked. — Terry Goodkind

Nicci hugged her back. "You do know, don't you, that I also love you? — Terry Goodkind

I wake in the night. Or sometimes I don't wake in the night. It hardly seems to make a difference. — Nicci French

She loathed Christmas, and she loathed the run-up to Christmas, the frenzied shoppers, the tat in the shops, the lights that were put up too early in the streets, the Christmas songs that belted out from overheated shops day after day, the catalogues that poured through her door and into her bin, and above all the insistence on the value of family. Frieda did not value her family and they did not value Frieda. A great gulf lay between them, impassable. The — Nicci French

Nicci looked up at Kahlan. "Knives are not my talent." "It's not hard," Kahlan said as she pressed the handle into Nicci's hand. "When the time is right, just stick the pointed end somewhere important in someone you really don't like. — Terry Goodkind

I understand, Lord Rahl. Find the wizard Zedd and the sorceress Nicci and get them out so that they can heal you of the death inside you so that you can end prophecy and end the threat to the world of life now that the barrier is down. — Terry Goodkind

I've got lots of favourite authors, but I would say Nicci French because I look more forward to reading her next new book than any other author. — Sophie Hannah

It's what the loss uncovers in you that brings on despair, not the loss itself. — Nicci French

I wanted to be respected and to be loved. I longed for a man, like my father, to come and take me away from it all. — Nicci Greene

How was it that time only flowed in one direction, implacable and impersonal, dragging everyone with it, and couldn't be stopped and turned back to that one moment? — Nicci Gerrard

It was a vivid memory for someone so young but one which has stayed with me forever. — Nicci Greene

Thursday is perhaps the worst day of the week. It's nothing in itself; it just reminds you that the week has been going on too long. — Nicci French

If you behave as if you are all right, then one day you will be. You have to go through the motions of surviving in order to survive. — Nicci French

I held his hand tighter and still squeezing I leant across and kissed his lips, the lips that apologised for his huff as they lovingly connected with mine, and I strained to keep at least one eye on the road. — Nicci Greene

You never step into the same river twice, — Nicci French

My face filled with the warm glow of embarrassment preventing me from smiling back so I turned and ran away. — Nicci Greene

She never opened her mail in the middle of the day. Sometimes she forgot about it for a week or more until people rang to complain. Nor did she check her answering machine messages. In fact, it had only been in the last year that she had finally bought an answering machine, and she steadfastly refused to have a mobile, to the incredulity of all those around her, who didn't believe that people could actually function without one. But Frieda wanted to be able to escape from incessant communications and demands. She didn't want to be at anyone's beck and call, and she liked cutting herself off from the urgent inanities of the world. When she was on her own, she liked to be truly alone. Out of contact and adrift. — Nicci French

it was like glass sandpaper being rubbed on my skin. — Nicci French

There's a difference between doing something and being something, but they merge into each other. I mean, you play the piano a bit, and then more and more, and at some point you become a pianist. That's who you are. — Nicci French