Camden Quote by Sherry Thomas

“He thought about alone in Constantinople that time, having quarreled in Paris before he had gone out. He had whored the whole time and…

— Ernest Hemingway

“She was an extension of his dreams. A sprinkling of magic dust, of unfeasible wishes, on his stable existence. The one thing-the one bright,…

— V.S. Carnes

“The ferocity of her passion was what he'd been waiting for night after torturous night. He wanted her to hunger the way he hungered.…

— Melissa Cutler

“Vivid, beautiful hallucinations flashed through his mind. He would flog her to death with a rubber truncheon. He would tie her naked to a…

— George Orwell

“And yet he had taken her to that inn wanting to soothe himself with feminine compassion and warmth. Her very silence and self-possession had…

— Mary Balogh

“And yet suddenly, terribly, he wanted it again, the way it used to be, arms linked together, all drunk and singing beautifully into the…

— Michael Shaara

“She thought she could see the lines on his forehead even in this darkness, she thought she could hear his heart beat with this…

— Indu Sundaresan

“She could just distinguish his features, as he slept the perfect sleep. In this darkness, she seemed to see him so distinctly. But he…

— D.H. Lawrence

“He imagined her upstairs in her room, lying in bed with her hair spread across the pillow, that nightgown with the pearl buttons down…

— Laura Lee Guhrke

“She lay dying, wrapped in invisible robes of martyrdom, presenting her helplessness and passivity to him like adornments, and his dominant feeling was distaste.”

— Robert Galbraith

“Shaking himself free of pity, he set out to become her waking nightmare, knowing his cruelty may be the only thing capable of saving…

— M.S. Willis

“After that he would leave for a while, breaking things as he went, slamming doors to kick them open, picking up decanters to hurl…

— Joan Didion