Tremore Way Quotes & Sayings

A heart never breaks in the same pattern of pieces — John Geddes

No one judging her by her appearance would dream that Miss Daphne Wade had a rather salacious habit of staring at her employer's naked chest whenever she had the chance, although most women would have agreed that Anthony Courtland, Duke of Tremore, had a chest worth looking at. — Laura Lee Guhrke

You can't. He has it shielded. Besides, he's a god and can be a nasty one if you upset him. You try popping into any place where his beloved wife is and you'll get fried faster than chicken at KFC. He doesn't have a sense of humor when it comes to her. So wipe the frown off your face before you hurt her feelings and get gutted for it. (Phobos) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

It'll be this kind of deep blue"she said. "The kind of color that somehow sucks your eyes and your ears and all your words - the color of a completely closed-in night — Banana Yoshimoto

When you are scared, but you do it anyway, that's brave. — Neil Gaiman

If people ask me, 'What do you think could improve in Toronto dining,' I'd say there's nothing to improve on. — David Chang

There is no justice in love ... it is only the glimpse or parable of an incomprehensible reality ... the eternal breaking in on the the temporal. — Marilynne Robinson

Love is the only reason that is reason enough — Kamand Kojouri

I do have a blurred memory of sitting on the stairs and trying over and over again to tie one of my shoelaces, but that is all that comes back to me of school itself. — Roald Dahl

The nastiest kind of writer is a ghostwriter, who bears people's children in their body for money. — M.F. Moonzajer

The Republican Party is not in the hands of the Jewish lobby in America as the Democratic Party must look quite often to Jewish money to finance candidates. — Pete McCloskey

This way to the widge.
Edwin started. Heavens! Up till now, she realized, she had carefully avoided forming in her mind any word for that part of a man. Even the scientific word made her vaguely uneasy; her sensibilities veered away from it. Still, she'd known immediately what Mr. Tremore referred to when he'd said *that*. His word seemed friendlier. A fond name. Were men fond of that part of themselves? It was certainly not the best part of statues; she made a point not to look there. And it changed, it grew. She'd read that astounding piece of information in a book. That was the worst part, the horror - or it had been the worst until this very moment, when it occurred to her that, goodness, a man might have hair there too. She did. Oh, something that grew larger, up and out of a tangle of hair. How disgusting.
No, no, she mustn't think of it anymore. Enough. She must think of something else.
The mustache. — Judith Ivory

You can't turn the sheriff into a toad, Hannah. It's against the rules.
Abbey Drake — Christine Feehan

I suppose you have already informed God that you will require at least three sons to ensure the Tremore line? — Laura Lee Guhrke