Quotes from J.R. Ward

the decorators could have chosen a different color than gray. Sure, that was the hue of the decade, but with the layoffs and the one-foot-in-the-grave-other-on-a-banana-peel vibe, being surrounded by carpeting the color of asphalt, cubicles done in old porridge, and walls that matched a corpse left in the cold was only adding to the depression.

Although that being said, maybe he was just a defensive, judgmental piece of shit.

If I can live through the events," she said, "I can get through the memories." In that moment, staring across the room at her show of will, he felt a tie to her, sure as if a rope had linked the pair of them chest-to-chest.

Pero ni siquiera eso detuvo a Z. Como era un maníaco suicida, se fue directamente hacia el triángulo de inmortales, sin otra cosa que una daga negra en la mano.

The Prophecy is not ours. It is the property of history. As it was foretold, so it shall be. First as the future, then as the present when the time is nigh. And after that, with recording, it shall be the sacred past, the saving of the species, the end of the war.

there was no quota on misery for people, no quantifiable threshold that once reached, got you miraculously taken out of the distress pool.

Parecía la personificación misma de la muerte y, al igual que la muerte, daba la impresión de sentirse cómodo trabajando en el frío.

Maybe what you found is being used for another reason?" Z stopped. "Oh, yeah. Right. Because those things are multifunctional. Like Q-tips or some shit. Look, would you talk to her?

I have learned long ago, there is no negotiating with destiny.

Come on," he said in a bored voice to the shadow. "We have to clean house first.

You could scratch the itch of whatever sin you wanted: glory holes, gang bangs, girls on girls on guys. There were rooms for fetishes, and pits for fucking, and every tie-up, chain-down, in-the-air you could ask for. Especially

The good parts are more luminous because you can trust them. And the bad parts can't get any more tragic for precisely the same reason. The past is safe because it is indelible.

Shit, you never knew what was in someone's closet, did you.

I'm glad you like him," he murmured, his hands tugging up her shirt. "Because the two of us are yours. For as long as you'll have us." "That would be eternally," she said as she let herself go. And reveled in all the love.

you only want to give me a handjob, I'll settle for waiting for you till a little later. But I've come close to death once already tonight—don't make your hellren die from the wanting." Mary had to smile at him. "You slay me." "And you could lay me? Please?

Are you all right?" she asked. In a voice that sounded absolutely, positively, exactly, like his brother's dead shellan. —

They say that every author in the course of a career has a couple of books that are just grueling, and Vishous's was definitely that way for me.

Don't you get it, Ehlena? No matter what you wear…to me, you will always have diamonds on the soles of your shoes.

She was batting a thousand when it came to burying those who had wronged her, the living, breathing "bitch" in that jolly little saying about payback.

Then again, true love required so much more than the boy-meets-girl stuff- and mutual attraction was the easy part: Life did not sit back politely and not interrupt the conversation between two souls united.

reality wasn't interested in anybody's opinion.

My client's arrived, I can tell the purr of a Porsche anywhere. It's like the sound of a woman's orgasm--something you never forget. Turning away, he paused at the archway. Something for you to work toward with her, Richard. Good luck with that, and call me if you need any instruction. I gave her her first one.

They had no more depth than their Facebook posts. Than their relentless egoism. Than their soulless frivolities.

There was something about the people you grew up around, the ones you'd seen throughout your childhood, the folks you couldn't remember not knowing.