Quotes from Kathleen Gilles Seidel

And if this random, aimless driving worried parents, the driving was certainly preferable to the parking. More girls got pregnant in the summer than during the other three quarters of the year.

You didn't have parents or society telling you that you should love one another because you were brothers, you just did it by yourselves. There is no way, no earthly way, that that can ever be called a failure. You succeeded with Huck more than most people ever succeed with anyone.

It was nice, them having this kind of knowledge about each other. No one else knew this about him. She supposed in every person there were bits of you that you shared only with the people you had been a child with.

Yes, it's hard to start seeing your mother as she is, hard to push aside all the resentment and anger that you may feel and see her as another woman. Hard, but worth every bit of the effort.

Among a certain type of creative men, there was a history of strong, if difficult friendships. From Wordsworth and Coleridge to John Belushi and Dan Ackroyd, these were creative friendships with bonds deeper, stronger than the shared creativity.

By the time George Bush ran against Michael Dukakis, Quinn was a different man, a practicing physician and a dedicated citizen who, knowing that he was going to be out of town for that election, had dutifully filed an absentee ballot.

Joe had long resented how American culture had taught him to want. There were so many things pictured in ads, displayed in store windows: stereo TVs, personality dolls, electronic board games, inboard-outboard motors, personalized bowling balls, graphite baitcasting rods. You were taught to want it all.

You sure did break that boy's heart." "I know," Krissa agreed. She didn't mind Jewel saying that. At least someone in this house had been on his side. "But I'm here now." "That's true," Jewel conceded, and the two women exchanged a look. We will help him through this.

The character had repressed all his guilt and self-doubt, the things that might make him appealing to viewers. He was simply a cold, oppressive force, a modern woman's nightmare of what the boys in power can do, how they will let her go so far and then the gate slams shut and she can travel no further. No one will listen to her, no one will believe her, she has no money

beauty contests, she said seriously, they gave out scholarship awards. "It's the biggest scholarship program in the world—they told us that at the Miss Sullivan City Pageant. I won a few hundred dollars, but the people who do well in their state pageants and then in Atlantic City get really big ones." "Well, Tory did well; she came in third.

Tory kept looking at the gun; it was quivering. The kid's hand was shaking; he was nervous. Oh, great. Just her luck, to be held up by a bunch of amateurs. Listen, we're all a bunch of amateurs too. My waitress stutters, my bartender can't hear, my janitor is an ex-junkie out on parole, and I used to twirl a baton for three hours a day. Give us a break.

Tory was starting to feel a little foolish standing here with her hands in the air. It was like the whole bar had assembled to watch her nails dry. Why didn't someone say something?

What a mess this was. Robbers too stupid to ask for money, and a victim too stupid to pretend that she didn't have any.

You go first," Joe told Tory. "Wait in the parking lot for the rest of us." Tory and Sweatshirt set off, threading their way around the tables and the silent customers. Davy grinned at her when she got to the door. She went out into the parking lot, and as the other customers filed out—there were perhaps thirty of them—they formed an orderly double line in front of her. She felt a little like the last baritone in a church choir.

You aren't feeling sorry for yourself over wrapping paper, are you? Yes, yes, she was. It was certainly possible to like your life 364 days a year, and then come Christmas, begin to wonder about it. But what could she do? Nobody came into a bar to hear a bartender's problems, did they?

If I remember correctly, I called you an asshole doctor." "That's no more than the truth... except I'm not a proctologist.

Listen, Joe, is your offer to oh and ah over my presents still good?" "Sure." "Then give me a minute to close up and we'll go upstairs." Go upstairs? Joe wasn't sure what to say. And when Joe wasn't sure what to say, he said nothing at all.

I stole the character straight out of Georgette's A Civil Contract." Jenny considered herself on a first name basis with the late, legendary Regency novelist Georgette Heyer.

Her safe was in the spare bedroom. She went in and knelt down in front of it. Sweatshirt and Joe followed. She noticed that Joe turned away as she started to spin the dial. Sweatshirt, however, kept staring. Oh, well, it wasn't likely that he would be able to remember the combination.

Krissa had since learned a great deal about the drug Lithium and was now aware of how controversial it was.

Life on the road was just boring. They would land at an airport and take a taxi to the hotel. There they would sit for interviews. A limo would take them to the venue for the sound check; the limo would take them back to the hotel. Then the limo again, the meet-and-greet in the dressing rooms before the show and then more faces to meet and greet afterward and perhaps another interview. Out to back fence to sign some autographs. Then the limo back to the hotel.

you also need rehearsal clothes and sitting-around-scaring-the-other-contestants clothes. I showed up in Atlantic City with eleven suitcases and twenty-three pairs of shoes.

He couldn't believe it. He had always been one of the good guys, punctual, professional, dedicated. How could anyone call him difficult? He was Canadian. The world's longest unprotected border and all that. Canadians didn't know how to be difficult.

He knew why he was angry. Tory got angry when she cared; he got angry when he felt powerless. At Christmas, he had come to understand how people around here were basically powerless, how their cars and snowmobiles were substitutes for power. And that's why so many of them got angry easily, because they didn't have any control over what was happening to them.