“I can't help who I am," I pointed out. "i mean, do you think I should just hide?" I tapped one finger… — Cate Tiernan Copy Share Image
Oh my God, can you see me? I thought I was wearing my invisibility cloak. — Cate Tiernan Copy Share Image
“Oh my God, can you see me? I thought I was wearing my invisibility cloak." Yes I'm suave. I'm mysterious. My name… — Cate Tiernan Copy Share Image
Of course, when we got home, we found that Dagda had peed on my down comforter. He had also eaten part of Mom's maidenhair fern and barfed it up on the carpet. Then he had apparently worked himself into a frenzy sharpening his ting by amazingly effective claws on the armrest of my dad's favorite chair. Now he was asleep… — Cate Tiernan Copy Share
“Please, please be some sex-starved nutcase who wants to kidnap me and make me your love slave, I begged silently.” — Cate Tiernan Copy Share Image
“Bree smiled at me. "Don't worry about me. I think I can handle him. In fact, I want to handle him," she joked. "All… — Cate Tiernan Copy Share Image
“Yes, word had gotten around about my amusing little defeathering trick (note: made the chicken naked). Apparently we couldn't just eat the poor thing… — Cate Tiernan Copy Share Image
“Sorry." he said, rubbing his temples. "Do you have any Tylenol?" "Nope, sorry. Your doctor's appointment is today right?" "Yeah." "Here take this." Jenna rummaged in her purse and took out two tablets. Robbie squinted at them, then tossed them down with the rest of his soda. "What was that?" "Cyanide." said Sharon, and we laughed. "Actually, it was Midol."… — Cate Tiernan Copy Share
Being good is something that one must choose over and over again, every day, throughout the day, for the rest of one's life," Asher… — Cate Tiernan Copy Share Image
Men are natural warriors, but a woman in battle is truly bloodthirsty — Cate Tiernan Copy Share Image
What would it be like to care so little about what other people thought of you? — Cate Tiernan Copy Share Image
I-just want you. I want you so bad, all the time. I know I shouldn't, I know I can't, I know it's wrong... but even when you're pissing me off, when you're reminding me of pain and despair and torture-it's there, the wanting. I'm tired of fighting it. I fight so many things, all the time, every day. I don't… — Cate Tiernan Copy Share
