Quotes About Her

But the old man always thought of her as feminine and as something that gave or withheld great favours, and if she did wild or wicked things it was because she could not help them. The moon affects her as it does a woman, he thought.

I was the bloody alternative, standing there, right in front of her!

Was that at the root of her antipathy? An assumption that newsworthiness meant invulnerability?

Actually, the best gift you could have given her was a lifetime of adventures.

Everything about her spoke of alternatives and possibilities that if considered too deeply would wreak havoc with the neat plan I had laid out for my life.

the stack of her seven favorite novels that she's been curating since childhood,

He was as nervous as a boy before his first kiss. He had one chance to win her, to seduce her, to make her love him. He was, once again, hopelessly in love with her.

She had a hot date instead of a long, numb night with her mobile.

all the tall mad mountains of her mind

Whoever the Bastard was, He wanted to remained anonymous while scaring the Tar out of Her.

The scraggly spiders of her words crept around my brain

Where was her soul? Was it up above her in a tree, perched there like a goblin?

The difference between misery and happiness was the right word from her.

All those moments, captured and doubled onto film, frozen, her own museum of natural history unfolding in front of her.

and gave orders that "should anything happen to her" after his death she should not be buried in the Mausoleum.

It is in order that France may find her place in the new Europe that you will respond to my appeal.

A great deal of the calmness of her insolence had left her. She had expected to have the whole night in which luxuriously to torment the lump opposite her. To torment him and to allure him.

She in some trouble?" Preacher shrugged and put the rack on the counter. "You don't know her, Preacher. Don't know who did that to her face." "I'm not worried about who," he said. "Jesus. I'd love to see who.

the Greeks mounted a mighty expedition to bring her back.

This was the part of her weekend where the real dread kicked in.

Did that girl really use up my spell?

At the beginning, there had been talk of using some of her money to start a home for alcoholics. In a sense they had succeeded.

Wow. Every time I think I've seen the far horizon of her lunacy, she sails right on over it...

Of course. I'm the vampire, right? Just keep Matthew occupied so Nurse Feratu can do her thing.