Quote by Rex Pickett Download Open image ““Polypharmacology and curmudgeonliness were keeping her alive.”” — Rex Pickett ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.3 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“She was like a disease that came along every few years, contaminating everyone in her path.” — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share Image
“She was now precisely in that state when, if her constitution had contained the seeds of consumption, decline, or slow fever, those diseases would… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“she delighted in being of the same substance as them, and in knowing that when she died her flesh would nourish other lives as… — Phillip Pullman Copy Share Image
“For her too, she had words on her lips, which died unborn, lay in her mind and turned to poison.” — Cora Sandel Copy Share Image
“The Victim was a chronic fuck-up. People Like her always seemed to hang out with The Poisonous Cunt. In turn, she kept their self-esteem… — Irvine Welsh Copy Share Image
“she was a little on the loony side. She was a compulsive worrier, overprotective of her son to the nth degree, and should probably… — Miranda Liasson Copy Share Image
“From there, it was a psychiatric hospital for months and months. She was in and out of that place. Her survival tool was the… — Adria J. Cimino Copy Share Image
“She’d been inside Riverbend’s death row cells, with their blue doors and creamy concrete walls. She never wanted to return. The overwhelming sense of… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
“What she coaxed out of me was a visceral need to live, and wasn't that what fueled immortality and made it worthwhile anyway? That… — Roshani Chokshi Copy Share Image
“It was best to put an end to everything now, while she was still brave and healthy enough to die” — Paolo Coelho Copy Share Image
“I tapped a forefinger to my temple and raised my glass of single-vineyard Foxen Pinot. "Between here and here lies the Rubicon of the… — Rex Pickett Copy Share Image
“Miles, it's only morning and you're already drunk." "No, I'm not," I weakly protested. "I'm just thirsty.” — Rex Pickett Copy Share Image
“I can't kill myself, I thought. I'm too insignificant. I'm nothing. I'm a thumbprint on the first-floor window of a skyscraper, a smudge of… — Rex Pickett Copy Share Image
“I forced a swift smile, then turned back to my glass, salvation and sanctuary viniferously bundled into one.” — Rex Pickett Copy Share Image
“I snapped to consciousness with the incandescent realization that somewhere, deep in our dreams, or deep in unconsciousness, or deep in the afterlife, all… — Rex Pickett Copy Share Image
“Wine is so complex, I mused. Thousands of experts and hundreds of thousands of amateur experts would rhapsodize or vilify the vinification of these… — Rex Pickett Copy Share Image
“Pinot Noir country. My grape. The one varietal that truly enchants me, both stills and steals my heart with its elusive loveliness and false… — Rex Pickett Copy Share Image
“You're such a cheater. The best wood in your golf bag is your pencil!” — Rex Pickett Copy Share Image
“In tasting rooms I can never tell how tipsy I am. But once I'm outside, the awareness factor of my inebriation is greatly magnified.… — Rex Pickett Copy Share Image
