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Somehow, sleep managed to capture me and take hold. But I kept fighting it, tossing and turning, strange thoughts taking my dreams hostage to macabre places.
From The Vanishing, by Wendy Webb
I got the terrible feeling that her ulterior motive had something to do with me being a dead ringer for a dead woman.
From The Vanishing, by Wendy Webb
It was a wispy, almost human sound that seemed to convey welcome and wisdom and warning.
From The Vanishing, by Wendy Webb
It seems that the more unbelievable a story is, the more I'm able to believe it.
From The Woman Who Wouldnât, by Gene Wilder
Iâm not a quitter - not with women anyway.
From The Woman Who Wouldnât, by Gene Wilder
Science gave his life a solid mooring, a fixed connection to a world that was color-blind and completely rational and thus immensely comforting.
From Sour Lake Or, The Beast by Bruce McCandless
He was the pencil jockey, the one who could hardly wait to rough out his ideas on a sheet of coarse packing paper or the surface of a pine plank.
From Sour Lake Or, The Beast by Bruce McCandless
I'm a goddamned Texas Ranger. I drink dust and I piss barb wire.
Jewel Lightfoot in Sour Lake Or, The Beast by Bruce McCandless
Jewel Lightfoot was the sort of sawed-off, whip-thin man who made it a point to sit as tall as he could.
From Sour Lake Or, The Beast by Bruce McCandless
It was so humid that the sound of his voice seemed to sink before it could get anywhere.
From Sour Lake Or, The Beast by Bruce McCandless
... a tall, sparrow-chested young man with spidery hands and the habit of standing with his hips slightly forward, as if modernity itself had looped a rope around his slender waist and was trying to drag him unwillingly into its angular embrace.
From Sour Lake Or, The Beast by Bruce McCandless III
Getting comfortable while on your way to the lake... #bromance
All I ask is the chance to prove that money can't make me happy.
 Spike Milligan
Love is the answer, but while youâre waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty interesting questions.
Woody Allen
I love you and itâs getting worse.
Joseph E. Morris
All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesnât hurt.
Charles Shultz
Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.
Albert Einstein