Quotes from Theresa Weir

Don't piss on my Utopia.

From now on, I would surround myself with people who loved me, not people who hated me.

I hate you, Asher Adams," she cried desperately, wanting it to be true, knowing it to be an out-and-out lie. "I love the way you hate me," he whispered in a sexy voice.

Tell him that I loved the little boy in him, and that I loved the man in him. Tell him I loved his sad side, and his laughing side.

Max had been a cat as long as he could remember, but he was pretty sure he'd been a rock star in one of his previous lives. He just had that kind of cool about him.

I didn't trust men. I wanted to trust them because I knew there must be some good men in the world, but the ones I'd known had lied to my face while plotting acts of violence. Women could be bitches, but men were the ones who seemed the most capable of crimes without mercy.

It was strange. ... If she'd never gone to the Amazon, never met Ash, she would most likely have been perfectly content with Todd. She wouldn't have understood those fleeting flashes of emptiness that come upon a per¬son from time to time. Now she knew what they were: the yearning for what could have been, for the road never taken.

The lesson I learned was that some people will take what they want, whenever they want, with no guilt or thought of the consequences, and that evil people existed to prey upon the innocent. But from experience, I also knew cruelty wasn't always delivered by strangers. Sometimes abuse came directly from the people who should have cared the most, and it could take place in the dark heart of any family.

After a while, you find yourself waiting for that wrong note, you want to hear that wrong note, that subtle variance in pitch. People aren't machines. They make mistakes. They hit wrong notes.

In the middle of the kitchen table was an empty birdcage, the metal door ajar. A feeling of deep melancholy washed over her, the empty cage somehow seeming symbolic of Eddie Berlin's life. ~0~

Like most males, he could keep up the aloof act for only so long. Exhausted,

Enid thought everybody was like her, they just didn't know it yet. And that someday they would come around, realizing what fools they'd always been by clinging to ideals that got them nowhere. Enid

We can cherish the quiet moments. We can live day to day." Enid

Made sure you saw my feet of clay.

I'd rather be a fool than a vulture feeding off other people.

Was her guardian angel taking the day off? Had he quit the job completely?

the differences that had once been complements were now the very things that made them incompatible. Until

Strange that it was so hard to tell much about a person with no clothes. Clothes gave you clues. Tossed

My father might be dead but he would never be out of my life. Never. My

I don't want pills. I don't want an artificial existence." But

All his life he'd viewed the world from a skewed perspective. And now he'd finally met someone who was seeing the same world he was seeing. That was a good feeling. Talking

It was that feeling of not being able to quite capture it, not being able to commit the moment, the feeling, to memory because it was too fleeting. She

But the decay was there, deep and bitter. There was no getting rid of it. She would never be happy again. There might be moments. Small rewards that brought pleasure, but true happiness seemed forever beyond her grasp. And maybe deep down she knew it.

I want the soul stuff, the melding of the mind stuff.