“Lillian Hellman wrote a play called The Little Foxes. In it a young girl tells her mother that some people eat the earth, like locusts, and others stand around and watch them do it.” — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“She knew that upon closer inspection Gabriel would make a lousy poker player. He had too many tells, too many ways he revealed his… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“Then you’re going to take off your suit and show me just how much you missed your phone cord.” “And the attachment.” “And the… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“Don't wait too long. Life takes unexpected turns, and we don't always have the time we think we have.” — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“She just wanted to be left alone to lick her wounds, like a puppy that had been kicked repeatedly.” — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“I'm sorry you don't want to know me anymore. I will spend the rest of my life regretting the fact that I wasted my… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“This was the joy that the world sought--sacred and pagan all at once. A union between two dissimilars into a seamless one. A picture… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“He was distressed to learn that the Pottery Barn Kids gift registry did not extend to children's books in Italian or Yiddish.” — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“She’d made her choice when he asked for her hand and she’d offered it without question. Once he touched her, she knew she was… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“Like they’d never seen a hot professor before. You made quite an impression in your turtleneck.” “Ah, yes, the turtleneck. Turtles have that effect… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“I don’t know how to love you any other way, either,” she whispered back. “Then God have mercy on us both.” — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“You toyed with her heart. I know what that’s like. I can have compassion for her because of that.” “I met you first,” he… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“Apparuit iam beatitudo vestra' That is, "Now your blessedness appears.” — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“You tell him that — tell him he fucks with the angel at his peril.” — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“Ever had a beer before?" Gabriel grinned. She shook her head. "Then I'm glad I'm your first." "Have you ever held a boy's hand… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
