Quotes from Susan Elizabeth Phillips

She wanted to stomp her foot, throw a tantrum, throw a punch.

He pushed the steelframed glasses up on his perfect nose. "I don't pay much attention to the selfhelp movement, but even I've heard of you. Is the doctorate real or phony?" "I have a very real Ph.D. in psychology, which qualifies me to make a fairly accurate diagnosis: "You're a jerk. Now, leave me alone.

And wasn't that a great moment in baseball history," Holly Grace replied with withering sarcasm. "Helen Keller pitching and Little Stevie Wonder catching.

You got your designer blue jeans, your designer shoes, your designer luggage. Now Miss Fancy Pants got her some designer pussy.

As she gazed into those cool blue eyes, something strange happened in the vicinity of her middle. She suddenly felt like a hungry woman who had just been presented with a tempting dessert. Her moment of sensory weakness embarrassed her, and she frowned. "Damn, you're pretty," Dallie said softly. "Not half as pretty as you," she snapped, determined to squash whatever strangeness was lurking in the air between them.

Someone's moved these crates away from the wall. Go up to the house, will you, and see if you can find a flashlight? I want a better look." "Here." She pulled out the small flashlight she'd stuck in her pocket. "Do you have any idea how annoying that is?" "I'll try not to do it again.

Love, I've discovered is a transient emotion best satisfied by a good fuck.

I was raised with all the advantages except a backbone.

I want to get married. We are married. I want to do it again. Let's just do it.

I'm not beautiful. My mother—" "I know. Your mother was a knockout, and you're paper bag ugly... Sorry to upset all those cherished illusions of yours, but I don't see it your way." "That's because you didn't know her." "Could your mother have led tiger back into its cage?" "Maybe not that, but she was very good with men. They'd do anything for her." "This man will do anything for you.

When it's your fourth marriage, you tend to lose faith in superstitions.

A coaster gives you hope. You can pretty much ride a good one through the worst tragedy life throws at you. You can even ride it through somebody dying, I guess.

Te llamas a ti misma ciudadana del mundo, sus ojos susurraban, pero eso sólo significa que no perteneces a ningún sitio.

A couple of nights ago I had an erotic dream about Edward Norton.

The first week of school they spotted him using a tortoise-shell cigarette holder. When he'd overheard some of the boys whispering that he looked like a queer he'd gazed down his long nose at them and said he regarded that as a compliment since so many of the world's great men had been homosexual. Alas I've been sentenced to a life of mundane heterosexuality. I can only hope a few of you will be more fortunate.

I can't resist you," he said quietly. "You know that, don't you? And I'm tired of pretending I can." His expression grew more troubled. "But I don't love you, Daisy, and you can't begin to know how sorry I am about that because if I could choose anyone in this world to love it'd be you.

Monday, when he'd barged in on her because she'd somehow managed to hold up everybody's paychecks, she'd been painting her goddamn fingernails! He'd gotten mad then, but he'd barely begun to yell before her lip had started to tremble and she'd said he couldn't talk to her like that because she had PMS.

Eat your heart out. Oh, wait. You can't. It's not organic.

Fortunately, she understood the difference between biological attraction and lasting affection.

It's not your fault that you're slow. I'm sure it's hard to recover from being hit on the head with a silver spoon.

I love you guilty. It makes it easier for me to wrap you around my finger.

Él rezaba para que sus alas de ángel la mantuvieran a salvo.

Pero no te amo, Daisy, y no puedes hacerte una idea de cuánto lo siento, porque si tuviera que amar a alguien, sería a ti.

Maybe some poor slob would take you to bed if you weren't such a ballbuster.