Way With Words Quotes

“He has this uncanny ability to make his words a veiled threat and a whispered promise at the same time.”
― Brigid Kemmerer, A Curse So Dark and Lonely

“He'd done his walls with paint from Holy Basil. God, I yearned for their colors. I hadn't been able to afford them myself but I knew their color chart like the back of my hand. His hall was done in Gangrene, his stairs in Agony and his living room--unless I was very much mistaken--in Dead Whale. Colors I personally very much approved of.”
― Marian Keyes, The Mystery of Mercy Close

“People don't tend to employ me. I'm the wrong personality type. Or rather, people do tend to employ me for a short time and then they sack me. A film broker once told me, as she terminated my contract, that I have a misleading sort of face.

"You're pretty", she complained. "Your features are symmetrical and there was an article in Grazia that says human beings are programmed to find those with symmetrical features more pleasing to they eye. So this isn't my fault, I was simply responding to a biological imperative. You've even teeth, so when you smile, you look...sweet, I suppose. But you're not, are you?"

"I hope not," I said.

"You see, there you go again. You're a smart-arse and you've no ability to filter your thoughts---"

"And my thoughts are often abrasive."

"Exactly."

"I'll just get my brushes and sponges and leave."

"If you would.”
― Marian Keyes, The Mystery of Mercy Close

“The latter. She had a good run," Sook said, doing a little shrug. It was his usual response to death at Mapleshade, and it was a safe bet that he felt that way about himself. Like most twice-widowed, Korea-vet, nature-loving, gun-enthusiast, bilingual, weed-connoisseur great grandfathers of five, he'd lived a full life.”
― Lisa Lutz, Heads You Lose

“When they arrived at Parva Magna, everyone agreed that it was quite a good thing that
the newly married couple had managed to find shelter in the storm, although there was some
confusion as to why it had taken them a full three days to make their way fifteen miles.”
― Lauren Willig, Away in a Manger: A Very Turnip Wedding Night

“Your lies are like a silent fart. Can't see 'em, but
I can smell 'em.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, Dying for Revenge

“They liked fine gentlemen; they pretended that they did not, but they did. They became exhausted in imitation of them; and they yaw-yawed in their speech like them; and they served out, with an enervated air, the little mouldy rations of political economy, on which they regaled their disciples. There never before was seen on earth such a wonderful hybrid race as was thus produced.”
― Charles Dickens, Hard Times

“She was exposed now. It wasn't the undressing that made her naked. It had been the tears.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, Dying for Revenge

“We'd had sex like we were whores to each other, and when it was done, we each moved to our side of the bed, boxers going to their corners, then when it was time the imaginary bell rang and we went at it again.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, Dying for Revenge

“I felt it coming and it felt so good, the hollowness inside my belly, a rising savageness, a sensation of hunger that I wanted to run from, yet embrace; control, yet submit to; and all I could do was squirm.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“Then we step out of the snow, into cursed warmth and dappled sunlight.”
― Brigid Kemmerer, A Curse So Dark and Lonely

“We disconnected. And I wondered if we had ever truly connected.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, Dying for Revenge

“Rainwater diluted redness, created a pink death, his matter mixing through mud and grass.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, Dying for Revenge

“Someone had planned a torture party that would end in the guest of honor becoming a human barbecue. They had everything but the barbecue sauce.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, Dying for Revenge

“Sweat rained from my forehead; my own salt blinded me until I wiped it all away.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, Dying for Revenge

“Jewell Stewark smiled at me from a billboard, the rain giving her face tears.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, Dying for Revenge

“They . . . had been slugging it out like Rihanna and Chris Brown on repeat . . .”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“Patience in Silence,,,,,what makes us differ from Ignorants”
― NB.d