“It's different this time." "It was different last time." Thomas tried again. "This guy-" "Has a third eye you can visibly see?” — Myra McEntire Copy Share Image
“Autumn always fascinated me—so much beauty in dying. Leaves holding on until the bitter end, finally going down in a blaze of glory, almost… — Myra Mcentire Copy Share Image
“I avoided any theme parks or museums where the employees dressed true to period. Complete nightmare. I also spent a lot of time trying… — Myra McEntire Copy Share Image
“I have Michael's number on my phone. I could call him and ask him to come over." I'd do whatever it took to talk… — Myra McEntire Copy Share Image
“I walked in without knocking. The screen door banged to a close behind me announcing my presence. I followed my nose to the kitchen… — Myra McEntire Copy Share Image
“Can you do any nature sounds, birdcalls?" "Birdcalls?" He'd cracked from the pressure. "In case you need me.” — Myra McEntire Copy Share Image
“I wanted to be alone with him. Really alone. "Maybe we should take this back to my place." He lifted his head to look… — Myra McEntire Copy Share Image
“Screw what the world expects. Think about all the things you’ve faced. You cracked, but you didn’t break. You’re still standing. I’d call that… — Myra McEntire Copy Share Image
“It's different this time." "It was different last time." Thomas tried again. "This guy-" "Has a third eye you can visibly see?” — Myra McEntire Copy Share Image
“You know, Scarlett, Rhett didn't give a damn, and frankly, I don't either. - Emerson” — Myra McEntire Copy Share Image
“I love you - broken in pieces, whole, however. No matter what the future brings, no matter what was in the past.” — Myra McEntire Copy Share Image
“I've not forgiven you." I could feel my legs shaking, hear the tears in my voice. "I don't know how long it's going to… — Myra McEntire Copy Share Image
“Isn't the information about your ability enough to digest right now?" " The info is digested , Michael. As a matter of fact, it's… — Myra McEntire Copy Share Image
“And I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I was in the right place-okay," I amended when he raised his eyebrows. "The wrong place at the… — Myra McEntire Copy Share Image
“I reached our building only to find a wide-eyed Southern belle wearing a Civil Way-era dress blocking the front door. A silk parasol and… — Myra McEntire Copy Share Image
“I don't need any bonus material to throw me over the edge later." Or don a flight of stairs, under a bus, and straight… — Myra McEntire Copy Share Image
