“Foes and false friends are all around me, Lord Davos. They infest my city like roaches, and at night I feel them… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
Tessa put a hand against the wall as she made her way numbly down the stairs. What had she almost done? What… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You just can't make bad writing look good. But if you have good writing, you just say it, and it's almost done. — Carol Kane Copy Share Image
“His long wait is almost done. I am sending Balon Swann to Sunspear, to deliver him the head of Gregor Clegane.” Ser… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
Time is running out. You better hurry. Don't let it slip from your grip. You must hold on. Come on, you almost… — Naquitta Faith Copy Share Image
“I drink with Jared, jape with Symond, promise Rhaegar the hand of my own beloved granddaughter … but never think that means I have… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
Those who do too much for their children will soon find they can do nothing with their children. So many children have… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“Cheesy Chicken with Avocado and Tomato Salsa Avocados were in season when we arrived in the Dominican Republic, and we said fat… — Ann Vanderhoof Copy Share Image
“It's so strange to think: A year ago today, I was undoing my husband. Now I am almost done reassembling him.” — Gillian Flynn Copy Share Image
“The funny thing about my procrastination was that I was almost done with the screenplay. I was like a person who had… — Miranda July Copy Share Image
“If your unicorn shifts disconcertingly between a goat, a horse, a rhinoceros, a marine mammal from the North Atlantic, assorted Tibetan ungulates… — Chris Lavers Copy Share Image
“Wave after wave of an orgasm broke over her, but soon it would be over for him. “Stop,” Livia panted. Blake paused… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
The truth always arrives late when the lie is almost done in destroying us, and it does saves us. — Terry Mark Copy Share Image
“The marker slants, flowerless, day’s almost done, I stand above my father’s grave with rage, often, often before I’ve made this awful… — john berryman Copy Share Image
“Ilim al-Insan (Sonnet 3101-3102) Truth is the letter, I am only the postman. One postman snuffeth, another cometh - no message is… — Abhijit Naskar Copy Share Image
