Quotes from Catherine Coulter

She felt such fury and pain she thought she'd choke on it.

SWAT team leader Luke Palmer set up a parabolic mic facing the house and they listened for voices, hoping to count and place everyone inside.

Yes, I'm right here, Savich.

Spears said that pride many times exonerates a greater stupidity than a blank brain.

an old-fashioned Irish bar called County Cork, all dark and comforting on the inside, an ancient bar worn and lovingly shined that curved around, and a smell that permeated the place—welcoming and old and mellow. She slid into a booth that was done in black leather, worn and soft and smelling of beer and whiskey with just a hint of salted peanuts. The large room was dim, nearly empty

Nicholas, in Farrow-on-Grey. She loved it so.

That dowdy little prig is that good in bed.

You know, a cell phone's like a guy; if you don't plug him in every night, charge him good, you got nothing at all.

Get over it,' Sherlock said, and looked at her husband. 'No, no, bad dog, keep quiet.

She realized with a sort of depressed relief that she had no close friend to call, to tell them not to worry about her.

Suz, carrying Savich's plate, the scrambled eggs steaming, stopped to stare after Rachael. 'Isn't this par for the course--a sexy guy with two girls--I'll just bet the little readhead here threatened to whomp the blonde with that cute braid, right?' 'You're very observant, Suz,' Savich said. Sherlock rolled her eyes.

Sean's our boy, big into computer games and football, wants to help the Redskins build a dynasty, though he doesn't really know what that means.

You're going to live. That's not to say you're going to be happy for a while, but it beats the alternative.

If you were a man, you'd know in your bones what direction you were going. It's an automatic thing, this knowing where you are, bred deep in a man's bones.

Dear God, I must be dead and in hell since you're here.

Life is so fragile. You're here, then you're not, and it's final, no going back, no changing anything at all.

There was a young lady of Lynn. Who was so uncommonly thin That when she essayed To drink lemonade, She slipped through the straw and fell in.

I'm the most fluent liar in the world, I'm the coolest, the smoothest. A lie, Savich thought.

He stepped back, cursing. "Hey, haven't you heard of the First Amendment? You jerk!" The security guard, still gunning like a mad scientist, said over the loudspeaker, "Sure, you little shit, and Prince Charles is a Tampax

Sherlock said, 'He eats Cheerios for breakfast with our son, Sean,' and smiled. 'I eat a slice of wheat toast with crunchy peanut butter.

She'd be dead before the memories and pain were finally gone; she knew it, accepted it, and dealt with it.

Nigel was smiling, the bloody sod. He was loving playing the formal English butler, watching Nicholas turn red and tongue-tied. He saw Mike was grinning, quite enjoying herself. "Oh, bugger off, both of you." He stomped up the stairs, the sound of Mike's and Nigel's laughter following him.

she took a breath that didn't feel like she was going to die.

He'd laughed? He couldn't remember. Ramsay had probably been riding the morphine express to LaLa land and heard a nurse say something funny, or not funny at all, it wouldn't matter.