Quotes from Susan Elizabeth Phillips

I have so much character that adding beauty to the mix would be greedy.

I want your best offer. [...] - You already have it. She bit her lip, nodded. - That's what I thought. And then she walked away.

Does all your underwear look like it belongs in a high-class strip show?

The Cinderella story in reverse. I only wish there were ashes in the fireplace so I could order you to sweep them out.

My wife is so much a part of me, she's like the breath coming into my body. I love her very much.

The only reason I kissed you was as a distraction from what I really wanted to do, which was strangle you.

It seems like such a waste of time to expend all that energy trying to convince the world you're better than everyone else. I can't understand it." ''Of course you can't. You like nothing better than to point out all your character flaws to everyone who'll listen." She must have found his exasperation amusing because she smiled. "They'll discover those flaws for themselves if they're around me long enough. I just save them the effort.

Just looking at you shines sunlight on every moment I live. Before I knew you, I wasn't even alive. I thought I knew what I wanted, but I didn't have any idea. You barged into my life and changed it forever. I love you, I admire you, I lust after you, I adore you...

Debe prometerme, entrenador, que no la lastimará. ?Lo prometo. ?Lo ha dicho demasiado rápido para mi gusto. La verdad es que no le creo. ?Soy un hombre de palabra, y le prometo que no la lastimaré. ?Flexionó las manos?. Cuando la asesine, lo haré tan rápido que no sentirá nada.

She was all the dreams he'd lost at dawn-- dreams of everything he hadn't understood he needed until now. She was his playmate, his confidante, the lover who made his blood rush. She was the mother of his children and the companion of his old age. She was the joy of his heart.

As for your back rubs... Study an anatomy book, pal, because what you've been rubbing isn't my back.

I hate to admit this, but some days hearing about other people's problems actually cheers me up.

A villain always preferred luring the heroine to his lair.

This is a perfect example of how entirely out of hand the women in this country have gotten. You act like men aren't anything more than extraneous amusements, little toys to keep you entertained.

She's as plastic as you are! I'm telling you, it's a bad idea. If the two of you have kids, they'll come out of the birth canal with Fisherprice stamped on their butts!

What do you mean by that?" Her frustration got the best of her. "You're so used to feeling superior that you've forgotten there are people who might know something you don't." One of his big, competent hands landed on the blade of his hip. "What's your deal anyway? Do you feel like such a failure that you need to attack anybody who's successful?" "No. Maybe. I don't know. Fuck you.

Esto no me gusta -susurró ella-, no me gusta nada. -Has caído en las manos del diablo cariño. Cuanto antes lo aceptes, mejor será para ti.

You're the one who's not supposed to be here." She hoped he didn't hear the squeak in her normally reliable voice. "How am I supposed to snoop if you don't leave when you say you're going to?

If you have so little respect for me, why are you still around?" He slipped a gentle hand into her hair and pushed a curl behind her ear. "Because I'm a sucker for beautiful, wounded creatures.

Isn't it fascinating that he mainly dates women with limited English? But I guess it prevents a silly thing like conversation from interfering with sex.

Blue hadn't expected him to come back, and she stumbled on nothing. He grabbed her just as she was about to step into the roller pan. April, who'd been doing some X-rated grinds to "Baby Got Back," immediately stopped dancing. Jack sat Blue on her feet.

I like to get input from the ladies when I shop." He grabbed a navy T-shirt and studied the il ustration, a cartoon drawing of a woman with enormous breasts and a rocket launcher between her legs. "That would be a definite no," she said. "I like it." He tossed it over his shoulder and began thumbing through a stack of jeans. "I thought you wanted my input." He stared at her blankly. "Why'd you think that?" She gave up.

NEVER TRUST ANYTHING THAT BLEEDS 5 DAYS A MONTH AND DOESN'T DIE

If I told you, you might be forced to lie about it. Not that you aren't really good at it, but why put an old man in that position?