Curran struck at my wrist. His fingers were cat-quick, but I had spent my life honing my reflexes, and he missed. “Well,… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
Speaking of death, LeBlanc boasted he could kill me in the waiting room. I broke his wrist. He wasn't impressed. — Kelley Armstrong Copy Share Image
Interest rate cuts have an effect in stimulating an economy by directly or indirectly making someone, somewhere, spend more than they otherwise… — Evan Davis Copy Share Image
I got this Jesus tattoo on my wrist when I was 18 because I know that it's always going to be a… — Katy Perry Copy Share Image
One really beautiful wrist motion, that is synchronized with your head and heart, and you have it. It looks as if it… — Helen Frankenthaler Copy Share Image
Sean reaches between us and slides a thin bracelet of red ribbons over my free hand. Lifting my arm, he presses his… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
That’s an unfortunate place for a birthmark,” I said, more than a little unnerved that it was so similarly positioned to my… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I had a major motorcycle accident on CHIPs that gave me a 50-50 chance to live. I broke a lot of bones… — Erik Estrada Copy Share Image
Putting people in a room and strapping wires to their wrist to find out if I make them tingle when I'm telling… — Linda Ellerbee Copy Share Image
So while the name Redskins is only a bit offensive, it’s extremely tacky and dated—like an old aunt who still talks about… — David Plotz Copy Share Image
Who grasps with his fist one who has an arm of steel injures only his own powerless wrist. Wait till inconstant fortune… — Bill Vaughan Copy Share Image
“Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantelpiece, and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco case. With his… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
And that's when Anna realized that what the wolf had been asking Bran for was death. Impulsively, Anna stepped away from Charles.… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
He was afraid of touching his own wrist. He never attempted to sleep on his left side, even in those dismal hours… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I told you once before,” I said, the words husky from remembrance. “Everyone holds their sins close to their skin.” Fangs gleamed… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
He had relieved whores beyond counting of frocks, stays, chemises, garters, and stockings. He had never before in his life unbuttoned a… — Loretta Chase Copy Share Image
She touched the healthy folds of skin around the baby's neck, wrists, and thighs, the dark lines crying for life made in… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
I open a paperclip and scratch it across the inside of my left wrist. Pitiful. If a suicide attempt is a cry… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Still, when all is said, somewhere one must belong: even the soaring falcon returns to its master's wrist. — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
I always feel a rise in my scalp or in the backs of my wrists when something is special, whether it be… — Doris Day Copy Share Image
I staggered backward-her one hand gripping my shoulder, the other still holding my wrists behind her-and she followed until my back hit… — Kim Harrison Copy Share Image
Willem holds my wrist for a long moment, looking at that birthmark. Then he lifts it to his mouth. And though his… — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
Sleephackers go to bed with sensors on their wrists and foreheads and maintain detailed electronic sleep diaries, which they often share online.… — Evgeny Morozov Copy Share Image
