“Elena gave a low laugh. "Maleeshka, little one, it's me you're talking to, not the Cossack. I am a whore and I know the smell of men and the smell of sex. You stink of both.” — Kate Furnivall Copy Share Image
“To sjećanje izmamilo joj je osmijeh na lice i ona je pustila da joj misli polete prema njemu kao pčele koje slijede neodoljivi miris… — Kate Furnivall Copy Share Image
“A person's books are private, not to be poked around by others at will.” — Kate Furnivall Copy Share Image
“Pogledala je dolje u svoje isprepletene prste i šaptom pitala :Koliko čovjek smije riskirati za ljubav?” — Kate Furnivall Copy Share Image
“...je li se i Bog tako osjećao kad je stvorio čovjeka?Da je stvorio prekrasan stroj za ubijanje?” — Kate Furnivall Copy Share Image
“Naslonila je glavu na prozorsko staklo i udahnula.Toliko je dugo čekala da je zaboravila koliko je uzbudljivo živjeti u sadašnjosti.Imati ono što želiš.Htjeti ono… — Kate Furnivall Copy Share Image
“She always paid attention to fingers rather than faces because they told so much more. People remembered to guard their faces. They forgot their… — Kate Furnivall Copy Share Image
“Elena gave a low laugh. "Maleeshka, little one, it's me you're talking to, not the Cossack. I am a whore and I know the… — Kate Furnivall Copy Share Image
“he was sick of the accidents, sick to his stomach. It was the darkness workers didn't see things. The shifts were too long, the… — Kate Furnivall Copy Share Image
“The sight of you brings joy to my heart and makes my blood thunder in my veins. I know not how long I will… — Kate Furnivall Copy Share Image
“Water was a state of mind. If you think it your friend when you swim in the river or wash away the dirt, why… — Kate Furnivall Copy Share Image
“Choose. She closed the door and stamped her feet on the icy ground, smiling as she drew in a deep breath of Russian air… — Kate Furnivall Copy Share Image
“Odreci ga se.Nikad nećete biti sretni zajedno.Ne mogu,kao što ne mogu ni prestati disati.” — Kate Furnivall Copy Share Image
