“First you shoot me,” he muttered. “Now you’re handin’ me your damn club and spoutin’ love poems.” “She was sixteen, motherfucker, you woulda shot you.” “No, asshole, I woulda killed me.” At that, Preacher just kept grinning. Jesus, was he… — Madeline Sheehan Copy Share Image
“Life was made up of moments, big ones and little, the good and bad, dark and light. We never remembered the gray, the times… — Madeline Sheehan Copy Share Image
“...Love isn’t a fucking answer. It hurts more than it doesn’t, it’s harder than it is easy, it takes work, guts, and perseverance.” — Madeline Sheehan Copy Share Image
“My longtime broken heart was breaking again, shattering, falling to pieces and disintegrating. And in its place was a brand new heart. Like a… — Madeline Sheehan Copy Share Image
“It was official. I was an asshole with a permanently broken heart.” — Madeline Sheehan Copy Share Image
“You got a nickname, little Dorothy Matthews? ’Cause that’s a fuckin’ mouthful, right there. Not that I mind a mouthful of pretty girl.” — Madeline Sheehan Copy Share Image
“He looked down at his flaccid cock. "Congratulations," he said. "You've just fucked yourself to death.” — Madeline Sheehan Copy Share Image
“ I'd do it all again," he whispered, crying as he cradled me against his chest." I'd go through the hell of losing you… — Madeline Sheehan Copy Share Image
“Kami, do you have a weapon?" "No, I do not have a fucking weapon!" Kami screamed over her shoulder. "Do you really think I'd… — Madeline Sheehan Copy Share Image
“If you were older, darlin', I'd have you on the back of my bike and in my fuckin' bed. And you'd be not just… — Madeline Sheehan Copy Share Image
“But even after all this time, he'd stupidly held out hope, hadn't he? He'd clung to the memories of their time together like a… — Madeline Sheehan Copy Share Image
“Everything has beauty. Even the ugly. Because without the ugly, there would be no beauty. Because without beauty, we would not survive our pain,… — Madeline Sheehan Copy Share Image
