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Callie Quotes by Sarah MacLean
- Oh, Callie-mine," Anne said, her voice taking on a tone she'd used when Callie was a little girl and crying over some injustice, "your white…
- Ralston didn't care. He turned on his brother as the surgeon knelt next to him and inspected the wound. "She could have been killed!" And…
- You should see what she’s wearing, Callie. It’s velvet. Canary yellow velvet. Turban to match. She looks like a furry banana.
- How is it that one woman is…enough…for three men?” “I don’t know.” “She must be a very talented courtesan.” “Callie.” “Well, that was what she…
- It didn’t matter the quality of the writing— Callie’s fantasies about her fictional heroes were entirely democratic.
- Benedick looked to the ceiling as though begging for divine patience. Or for the Lord to strike his sister down. Callie couldn’t quite discern which.
- Even as she’d come to know the real Ralston—the Ralston who was not cut from heroic cloth—Callie had failed to see the truth. And, instead…
More Callie Quotes
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- I'm obsessed with 'Thelma and Louise,' and therefore obsessed with Callie Khouri who wrote that movie. — Connie Britton
- Oh, Callie-mine," Anne said, her voice taking on a tone she'd used when Callie was a little girl and crying over some… — Sarah MacLean
- Ralston didn't care. He turned on his brother as the surgeon knelt next to him and inspected the wound. "She could have… — Sarah MacLean
- You should see what she’s wearing, Callie. It’s velvet. Canary yellow velvet. Turban to match. She looks like a furry banana. — Sarah MacLean
- Callie always said Luce was incapable of brutal honesty and that was why she got herself stuck in so many crappy situations… — Lauren Kate
- How is it that one woman is…enough…for three men?” “I don’t know.” “She must be a very talented courtesan.” “Callie.” “Well, that… — Sarah MacLean
- It didn’t matter the quality of the writing— Callie’s fantasies about her fictional heroes were entirely democratic. — Sarah MacLean
- Benedick looked to the ceiling as though begging for divine patience. Or for the Lord to strike his sister down. Callie couldn’t… — Sarah MacLean
- Even as she’d come to know the real Ralston—the Ralston who was not cut from heroic cloth—Callie had failed to see the… — Sarah MacLean
- That’s you. Callie, you’re the only person that’s ever made me feel happy about anything. That night you saved me, you changed… — Jessica Sorensen
- He stops rocking the cage. "Oh, come on, Callie. It won't be fun if we don't rock it. In fact, the more… — Jessica Sorensen