Quote by John D. MacDonald Download Open image ““She went inside and watched him walk back toward sixteen,”” — John D. MacDonald ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.2 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“I recognized him instantly even though the last time I saw him in person he was seventeen, naked, and asleep. I was sixteen, haphazardly… — Penny Reid Copy Share Image
“He stared at her the way he used to in the days of their youth, his eyes lit with open yearning.” — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“It is just that she was fifteen once for the first time, and Peter walked across her heart and left his footprints there.” — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
“There was something about him she wanted to learn, grow into, and hide in, where she could turn away from being an adult.” — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“Seeing him jogging at the park had cracked the window so I could peek into his soul. Seeing him with his friends threw the… — Jennifer Echols Copy Share Image
“She got in and summoned all of her angst leftover from adolescence in order to slam the door as loudly as possible.” — L.T. Vargus Copy Share Image
“He slipped into the room after her, unaware that he was being followed.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Please not yet. Those are the three eternal words. Please not yet.” — John D. MacDonald Copy Share Image
...it isn't foolish or wicked to enjoy. Wickedness is hurting people on purpose. I love what you are and who you are and how… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share Image
Now it stands to reason, mister, any damn fool stares into the sun long enough, he'll end up seeing exactly what some other damn… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share Image
You have to start knowing yourself so well that you begin to know other people. A piece of us is in every person we… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Victims, he thought, were birds and animals and people who arrived at the wrong place at the wrong time, usually in too big a… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share Image
The dividing line [between friends and acquaintances] is communication, I think. A friend is someone to whom you can say any jackass thing that… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share Image
I want story, wit, music, wryness, color, and a sense of reality in what I read, and I try to get it in what… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share Image
[To] me organized religion, the formalities and routines, [is] like being marched in formation to look at a sunset. — John D. MacDonald Copy Share Image
Old friend, there are people—young and old—that I like, and people that I do not like. The former are always in short supply. I… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share Image
Way over half the murders committed in this country are by close friends or relatives of the deceased. A gun makes a loud and… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share Image