Quote by Margaret Atwood Download Open image ““Was he invading? Was he in my room? I called it mine.”” — Margaret Atwood ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.0 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“When he stopped in front of my apartment, I muttered out a thank you and grabbed the door handle. But the hand on my shoulder stopped me and I turned my eyes back to him. He cleared his throat. “You know what? I think maybe I should go in and check your place out to make sure it’s secure and… — Mary Calmes Copy Share
“Attacking me was like pushing open a forbidden door. What waited on the other side was his problem.” — Lee Child Copy Share Image
“He did his thing, and I did mine. Mine involved standing there with a sword in a bin liner waiting for something to try… — Alexis Hall Copy Share Image
“Then finally he opened the wrong door, and what came out at him was his problem, not mine.” — Lee Child Copy Share Image
“Conall checked his watch. Again. Soon his personal wet fantasy would be here. He wondered if it would be inappropriate to tackle her in… — Shelly Laurenston Copy Share Image
“He backed away from me, clutching the phone to his chest. “What?” “Gimme the phone,” I commanded, holding out my hand. His head dropped… — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“He left the room so quietly it was as if he was floating. I listened as carefully as I could for any sound of… — Ashley L. Hunt Copy Share Image
“Furious, she grabbed his tie and jerked him into the apartment. “You can come inside,” she said.” — Debbie Macomber Copy Share Image
“him. Instead, I lapsed into a quick retelling of where I’d been and what had happened. As I did, my eyes crept over to… — Rick Gualtieri Copy Share Image
“To his relief, the curtains were drawn shut. He didn't really want to explain himself to whoever was staying there what he was doing… — Seth Sjostrom Copy Share Image
“He slipped into the room after her, unaware that he was being followed.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I'm fine," said Pilar, "for the moment. And the moment is the only time we can be fine in.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
And yet it disturbs me to learn I have hurt someone unintentionally. I want all my hurts to be intentional. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Mary: Some call this "Eve's curse," but I think that is stupid because the real curse of Eve was having to put up with… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“The birds were singing around me, but I reflected that the very birds were strangers to me, for I did not even know their… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Strange how we decorate pain. These ribbons, for instance, and the small hard teardrops of blood. Who are they for? Do we think the… — margaret atwood Copy Share Image
I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Back at home they drew the curtains and read, with disapproval, with relish, with avidity and glee - even the ones who'd never thought… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
All fiction is about people, unless it's about rabbits pretending to be people. It's all essentially characters in action, which means characters moving through… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Simon walks back to the house alone. The night is clear and warm, with a moon, almost full, enclosed in a nimbus of mist;… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“There is indeed something delightful about being able to combine obedience and disobedience in the same act.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Every time the women appear, Snowman is astonished all over again. They're every known colour from the deepest black to whitest white, they're various heights, but each one of them is admirably proportioned. Each is sound of tooth, smooth of skin. No ripples of fat around their waists, no bulges, no dimpled orange-skin cellulite on their thighs. No body hair,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
