Time Quote by Rachel Gibson

“And that is why, when he finally did come across the street, I lit my cigarette with my lighter - not to make him…

— Adam Levin

“He put his arms on the table and rested his head on them. He ached from head to foot, all zones of pain seemingly…

— J.D. Salinger

“There were two options—call the foul or don't—and either way, he would lose, but there was a thrill here in this moment when actual…

— Garth Risk Hallberg

“He’d been there since Dom had bent him over the bench, rimmed him till he’d been sobbing and begging for relief and then slammed…

— Sloane Kennedy

“He kept seeing the brains dribbling down the wallpaper. It wasn’t the killing that stayed on his mind, it was the spilled talent. A…

— Stephen King

“cup to him. ‘I should have smashed his fucking head in. Should have seen him, sitting there giving it the big I am. You’ve…

— Mandasue Heller

“He was like one of those pictures full of small errors, the kind you could only pick out by searching the image from every…

— Victoria Schwab

A cold blast hit him and he laughed at the sting as he stepped outside, surveyed the night sky, and drank deeply. Such a…

— J.R. Ward

“He'd been inside of a storm, all right. He'd been swept up in a tornado of sex and memory, naked regret and short-lived ecstasy.…

— Nancy Pickard

“I went after Beau Sunday. I knew I’d find him at the bar shooting pool. It’s where he always goes to unwind. When I…

— Abbi Glines

“Would the bastard ever call? Smoke drifted from the ashtray where a fine Cohiba lay unattended. Several burned-out butts crowded the glass, competing for…

— J.T. Ellison

“Why were all his fantasies so calamitous for that table, which had done him no injury?”

— Scott Lynch