“So you would kill Old Ireland?” Anna Livia said. “You would kill yourself, for without Old Ireland, you wouldn’t be.” — Andrew M. Greeley Copy Share Image
“So you would kill Old Ireland?” Anna Livia said. “You would kill yourself, for without Old Ireland, you wouldn’t be.” — Andrew M. Greeley Copy Share Image
“His heart was now beating rapidly. He wanted to embrace her, cover her with kisses, caress her hair, touch her breast, stroke her thighs:… — Andrew M. Greeley Copy Share Image
“Too late for that now,” the Eldest Leprechaun said. “The damage is done. Give the thing a name, and it takes shape. They gave… — Andrew M. Greeley Copy Share Image
“Modesty means that you insist that men delight in you at the right time and in the right place and in the right way… — Andrew M. Greeley Copy Share Image
“He returned her love. He lusted after her sweet young body. He wanted her the way he wanted to breathe the spring air. He… — Andrew M. Greeley Copy Share Image
“Well now, look at this, they keep winter in a box. That’s clever,” she congratulated me. Then she shut the fridge door...” — Andrew M. Greeley Copy Share Image
“...I want to drink you in with my eyes till I am intoxicated forever.” — Andrew M. Greeley Copy Share Image
“An impish gleam flickered across the lakes of her eyes. "Do I cause pleasure in the eyes of my master?" She asked sarcastically, twirling… — Andrew M. Greeley Copy Share Image
