“The world outside B&G is a blue haze; refrigerator cold, filled with rapists and murderers and lightly sprinkling rain. A sheet of newspaper blows past, right on cue. He” — Sally Thorne Copy Share Image
“What are you imagining? Your expression is filthy.” “Strangling you. Bare hands.” I can barely get the words out. I’m huskier than a phone-sex… — Sally Thorne Copy Share Image
“The world outside B&G is a blue haze; refrigerator cold, filled with rapists and murderers and lightly sprinkling rain. A sheet of newspaper blows… — Sally Thorne Copy Share Image
“Every day here is a challenge, a privilege, a sacrifice, and a frustration.” — Sally Thorne Copy Share Image
“one of the perks of being co-CEO is working the hours of a schoolchild and delegating everything” — Sally Thorne Copy Share Image
“Hating someone feels disturbingly similar to being in love with them.” — Sally Thorne Copy Share Image
“I call the GPS woman the worst names I can think of. I beg her to stop. But she doesn't. Like a total bitch,… — Sally Thorne Copy Share Image
“Only me and my brother live in the city." He frowns at me and taps my gun with his. "Hold your gun up." "There's… — Sally Thorne Copy Share Image
“I've got so much inside me I have no idea about. I'm like the mayor of a city I've never seen." He smiles at… — Sally Thorne Copy Share Image
“You look like a hot virginal dork who’s been defiled in the backseat of my car.” — Sally Thorne Copy Share Image
“You're working on your presentation. Right. Okay." Josh takes his coffee when his name is called and gives such an accusing look my face… — Sally Thorne Copy Share Image
“-No quiero nada que pueda significar perderte. No hay nada que valga tanto la pena.” — Sally Thorne Copy Share Image
“There’s a bookcase lining an entire wall. By the window there’s an armchair and another lamp, with a stack of books illuminated beneath it.… — Sally Thorne Copy Share Image
“It’ll be hard to invent something the Japanese haven’t thought of.” He considers for a moment. “Like those little mops babies can wear on… — Sally Thorne Copy Share Image
“Lucy,” is all he can seem to say. “Lucy. How am I going to walk away from tonight? Seriously. How?” I get goosebumps. I’m… — Sally Thorne Copy Share Image
