“I know a thing about resentment: it is a poison you drink yourself, expecting others to die.” — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“You both talk too much,” the kid says. “Shut up. Don’t make me tell you again.” We shut up, which I find… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Every morning he comes to the top of the stairs and looks down over the club and he stands there, so big… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I return my attention to the situation at hand and realize Reality—the impatient bitch—has made my decision for me. She does that… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I pinch the sentence's butt with my other hand and tug it from my skin like a leech, smack it back on… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Rule #1 in the Universe: the crap always hits the fan. It's the nature of crap. It's a fan magnet.” — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I smack myself in the forehead. “Holy priceless collection of Etruscan snoods, they’re not moving!” I exclaim. There’s a choking noise over… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I hear a guttural sound followed by a weak sigh and look back at the bodies. "I'm going to kill the kid,"… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I’ve never paid any attention to time. Dancer says I’ve enjoyed a luxury most people never have. He hates clocks and watches… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I look up but don't spot him. "I take care of myself. I ain't living with nobody. Got my own digs. What… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Honeysuckle iced petals,' scoffed one John Bull, spying my menu. 'I should as soon eat a bouquet of flowers. You must serve… — Martine Bailey Copy Share Image
“Dude. I go all soft and melty inside and swallow a dreamy sigh. Robin to his Batman! Superhero partners. There are lots… — Dani O'Malley Copy Share Image
“Dani: Crank it up. Lets get this party started. *I hand Dancer my iPod.* Lor: What is this crap. Where the hell… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Fine. Okay. I killed her. But I didn’t mean to. And I didn’t kill her, kill her.” “Oh, I see. As long… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
