Quote by Vicki Pettersson Download Open image ““I snorted. "I could write a doctoral dissertation on his 'charitable spirit.”” — Vicki Pettersson ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.1 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“Next time," I said wryly, swinging open the door, "just give me a knife and ask for a vein.” — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share Image
“Why the hell was she smiling like that?...Her mouth was blown so wide that the soft insides showed at the corners, like another grin… — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share Image
So. You're a fallen angel." She folded her arms. "I'm not fallen," he said roughly. "Then what are you?" He shrugged. "Busted. — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share Image
“There's this mental illness, right? It's called 'anhedonia.' It means 'without pleasure.' You can look it up, though all you really need to do… — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share Image
There’s something about seeing an adult you knew in childhood that makes them marginally vulnerable to you, and vice versa. There’s also something comforting… — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share Image
“Chemistry was such a strange thing. I'd be willing to bet even Micah couldn't tell me why hundreds of men could leave me cold,… — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share Image
“Because you can't unknow your life's experiences,' Grif said. This was his area of expertise.” — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share Image
“...Death," she said, as her hand dropped away, " is how you know you were alive in the first place.” — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share Image
“And that was is. Life sometimes flips on you like that. One minute you're looking at your reflection in the water, not entirely sure… — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share Image
There's nothing wrong with you..not even the darkest corner of that beautiful soul. ~ Hunter — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share Image
“ 'You love her without willing it or wanting it, and that is the most exquisite pain of all.' ” — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share Image
