Rick Wittkopp > Rick's Quotes

“Jerusalem takes you in and puts you under its exotic, opulent spell in a way few other cities can.”
― Amanda Adams, The Voyeur's Yacht

“You know, in most any other marriage, this would have been a private issue between a husband and a wife, very private. Obviously, it’s not here.” – Wendy Vitter, wife of former U.S. Sen. David Vitter”
― Anne Michaud, Why They Stay: Sex Scandals, Deals, and Hidden Agendas of Nine Political Wives

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― R.D. Ronald, The Elephant Tree

“Attached to each arm, as well as the skirt, they looked like an attempt to grow wings.
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― Susan Rowland, The Swan Lake Murders

“I drank it in one, then refilled it, paused, then threw the glass and its contents hard against the wall. I hated the way I felt. I was a servant of God! ‘Shit!
‘Your sister lives in our house and she’s nice to everyone else. Well, it’s about time she was nice to me too.”
― Brian J. Twiddy, Blessing

“Do you still distrust me?”
“No. Take your necklace with you so you can think of me when I’m not there.”
Brown brought the necklace over to her and put it on her neck.
“I think it rather suits me,” she laughed and left.
Brown didn’t understand what had made him insist she wear the necklace. Maybe it
was the readiness with which she had made love, or her frequent disappearances lately,
he was just curious. There was no harm in checking, before he parted with the money.
Later that evening, before going to sleep he decided to have a look at her location and
he was in for a surprise. She had not left Central City at all. In fact she was at the same
friend’s address as she had been the last time.”
― Max Nowaz, The Arbitrator

“Anika nodded, reflecting on her situation as the sirens grew louder. She had some time, but cops, hurricanes, and jealous women weren’t the party favors she’d expected for her homecoming parade.”
― Chad Boudreaux, Homecoming Queen: A Small-Town Political Thriller

“It is exhausting to be seventeen and not know who you are.”
― John Irving, In One Person

“...Or should you mourn the rapist, which I guess Christians mourn the people who kill them too.”
― Nikolas Schreck

“Hosszú idő telt el, amíg az elmének sikerült meggyőznie önmagát, hogy ő, akit mindennap láttunk, s akinek a puszta léte is részünkké vált, örökre eltávozhatott - szeretett szemének fénye kihunyhatott, a jól ismert s a fülnek oly drága hang elnémulhatott, s már soha többé nem lesz hallható. Ezek az első napok gondolatai voltak, de a keserű gyász akkor kezdődött igazán, mikor az idők múltán bebizonyosodott a rossz valódisága. Mert e durva kéz kinek nem tépte el már valamely drága kötelékét? És miért írjam le a gyászt, amit mindannyian éreztünk már, s még minden bizonnyal érezni fogunk? Eljön az idő, mikor a gyász inkább belenyugvás, mintsem szükség, s mikor a száj sarkában bujkáló mosoly, bár szentségtörésnek érezzük, többé már nem tilos. Anyám meghalt, de nekünk kötelességünk volt, amit teljesítenünk kellett. Tovább kellett élnünk az életünket a többiekkel, s meg kellett tanulnunk, hogy szerencsésnek tartsuk magunkat, mert maradt még valakink, akit nem ragadott el a rabló halál.”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein: The 1818 Text

“As she left the room, Po went to Katsa, pulled her up, sat himself in her chair, and drew her into his lap. Shushing her, he rocked her, the two of them holding on to each other as if it were the only thing keeping the world from bursting apart.”
― Kristin Cashore, Bitterblue

“She was knowingly punishing herself. That was the only reasonable explanation. There was no use in acting naive. What happened earlier in the day was proof that she was going to give in to his flirtation. It appeared she'd thrown caution to the wind and opened her arms to embrace everything that could go wrong in her life. What's one more problem to add to the pile?”
― Emem Uko, The Place That Gave

“Sé que mi familia es así pero este silencio me pesa. Tengo la impresión de tener millones de cosas que decir que, en el fondo, no interesan a nadie. Me viene a la memoria lo que decían los supervivientes de los campos de la última guerra al volver a su hogar: las pesadillas no se cuentan. Los demás no imaginan este género de pesadillas. Se instala, entre ellos y nosotras, una especie de statu quo que parece decir: ‘Estás aquí, se acabó, no hablemos más de ello.”
― Betty Mahmoody, For the Love of a Child