“Waking up Thursday morning to another dreary day and the sense of being physically stuffed, they focused on FISH. While Charlotte interviewed… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“At 9:15 on Thursday morning, June 4, while Jordan Delreese was bludgeoning his two young children to death, I was sitting in… — John Dufresne Copy Share Image
I work with the president almost on a daily basis. I was with him until 6:30 last night. I'll be with him… — Dan Quayle Copy Share Image
“And Angelo had delivered in a big way. Aleks did indeed come in every Thursday morning. Magnus and I had debated the… — Sloane Kennedy Copy Share Image
“I'm not convinced," Dodds said. It was Thursday morning, just six hours after Bosch and Chu had ended their surveillance of Chang,… — Michael Connelly Copy Share Image
“But it was not in Mr. Gruber's nature to look for reasons. That was why he was an ideal secretary. He had… — Lajos Zilahy Copy Share Image
“On Thursday morning, May 2, 1963, nine-year-old Audrey Faye Hendricks woke up with freedom on her mind. But, before she could be… — Cynthia Levinson Copy Share Image
“Thursday morning. I usually let my Mum wake me up but today I have set my alarm for seven. Even from under… — Joe Dunthorne Copy Share Image
Laura Alicia Deverell was born on May 10th, 1862, at precisely a quarter past one o'clock on a Thursday morning. Those interested… — Susan Ertz Copy Share Image
“Wednesday night. Faber shared the news on Twitter, announcing that the deal would be made on Thursday morning. The” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I thank God for a beautiful Thursday morning,im that kinda person who does not regret a day before it starts..im always optimistic… — Russyb Copy Share Image
I don't play any role; I just play golf. I love the competition. For me, the pleasure begins on Thursday morning when… — Laura Davies Copy Share Image
“Mrs. French's cat is missing. The signs are posted all over town. "Have you seen Honey?" We've all seen the posters, but… — Pontypool 2007 Copy Share Image
“What in the seven levels of hell did my son see in this place?” Horace asks. We’re standing on the street on… — Erica Cameron Copy Share Image
