“I know it hurts, honey.” Mom flipped off the gas stove and wiped her hands on her apron, turning to face me fully. “And it’s okay to hurt. Hurting is just as much a part of life as joy, maybe… — Penny Reid Copy Share Image
“No. Since I first saw you. Since I first laid eyes on you and felt sorry for every beautiful thing that was made no… — Penny Reid Copy Share
“I didn't care about embarrassing myself further. What was one more debit of mortification when my balance sheet was already in the red by… — Penny Reid Copy Share
“He was the dehydrated horse. He had to drink water himself. He had to want it.” — Penny Reid Copy Share
“she’s too quiet about it.” “Isn’t that the point of leading by example?” Kat frowned at her ball of yarn, more of a tangled… — Penny Reid Copy Share
“Boy bands are sent by God to aid women of all ages in their quest to avoid reality, but specifically to trick young women… — Penny Reid Copy Share
“Proposing is like giving someone your dick and a sharp knife, then waiting to see what they do next.” — Penny Reid Copy Share
“I felt abruptly as though I’d just been peed on. I didn’t want to be peed on. ***” — Penny Reid Copy Share
“Why are heroines in romantic novels—despite their cleanliness and enviable lifestyles—so unlikeable? It’s like they’ve been hit with a vanilla ninny stick, devoid of… — Penny Reid Copy Share
“this post-modern individualism is harmful, that we—Western society—have become lazy in our dependencies and relationships. To say, ‘Don’t attempt to love another until you… — Penny Reid Copy Share
“You’re a good kisser.” It sounded like an accusation. I shrugged, giving her a satisfied smile. “I practice.” Her gaze sharpened. “Oh?” “Yes. With my pillow. And a watermelon that one time.” — Penny Reid Copy Share
“Why do you look like that, Duane?" "Like what, Cletus?" "Like your heart is diseased.” — Penny Reid Copy Share
“I was planning to sort my comic books based on level of second wave feminist influence.” “As opposed to first wave?” “Yes, well, Susan… — Penny Reid Copy Share
