Catherine Richmond

by Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“This business of courtship is like a tango:  absurd and pure embellishment. But you’re the man and you must take the lead.”

It was all beginning to look pretty grim. “The lead? Me?”

“What do you expect? One has to pay some price for being able to piss standing up.”

by Candace Calvert

“So…” Riley looked up, brows pinching. “When did you stop trusting him?”

“Trusting who?”

“God.”

Great. He should have kissed her. Far less risky.

by Mary Connealy

“It’d be stupid not to marry me right now in case I get shot.” He smiled. There, that had to be enough romantic-ness for any woman.

Their eyes met, and she looked a little sheepish, in a bloodthirsty kind of way.

by Courtney Walsh

In her youth, Jane had foolishly prayed for good handwriting after seeing Suzanne’s for the first time.

God had answered her prayer, years later, and now Jane wondered what He would’ve done if she’s prayed for something that really mattered.

Like friendships that didn’t fade away as quickly as the changing seasons.

by Janet Evanovich

“All them old mob guys are croaking. Pretty soon there’s not gonna be any more mob. All the young guys are going into the hedge fund business.”

by Stephanie Grace Whitson

“If the good Lord couldn’t use fools and foolishness, he wouldn’t get much done.”

by Kelly O’Connor McNees

The judge pointed to the coat tree behind Clara. She wondered whether he thought her particularly tall and thin and inert for a woman of her age and station.

by Lynn Austin

“Ain’t much of a prayer,” Lillie grumbled.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I-I could say the Lord’s Prayer…”

“No thanks. I’m thinking the Good Lord has that one about memorized by now. He don’t need to hear it again.”