#ley

Lynne looked as if she were really having fun, Elizabeth realized. With a smile on her face and a sparkle in her eye, Lynne Henry was actually almost pretty! ↗

— Francine Pascal

#shallow-appearances #sweet-valley #beauty

We started out making men in about the state of mind which I suppose created them in the first place -- we had run out of kinds of women, and had to think of something else. ↗

— Shirley Jackson

#men

There are women that men marry and there are women that men don't," Anne pronouned. "And you are the sort of mistress a man doesn't bother to marry. Sons or no sons." "Yes," Mary said. "I expect your right. But there clearly is a third sort and that is the woman that men neither marry or take as their mistress. Woman that go home ...alone for Xmas. And thats seems to be you my dear sister. Good day. ↗

— Philippa Gregory

#mary-boleyn #tudor #men

Brendan's not the guy you use to figure your shit out, Brendan's the guy you hope you get once you have figured your shit out. ↗

— Nia Forrester

#damaged #riley #unsuitable-men #men

Pilkington, at Mombasa, had produced individuals who were sexually mature at four and full grown at six and a half. A scientific triumph. But socially useless. Six-year-old men and women were too stupid to do even Epsilon work. And the process was an all-or-nothing one; either you failed to modify at all, or else you modified the whole way. They were still trying to find the ideal compromise between adults of twenty and adults of six. So far without success. Mr Foster sighed and shook his head. ↗

— Aldous Huxley

#brave-new-world #men

Where have you been?" I stepped into my apartment and met Uncle Bob's glare with one of my own. "Out trying to pass myself off as a movie producer to get hot guys to sleep with me. Where have you been? ↗

— Darynda Jones

#uncle-bob #movies

Well you found us strength and solutions but I liked the tension And not always knowing the answers when you're gonna lose it, you're gonna lose it. ↗

— Hayley Williams

#lyrics #monster #music #music

Any pub will do?” “McPherson’s, I think. One with music that will alter my life forever, give me eternal happiness, and make me see God. You know. One like that.” “So you need the magical sound of Ireland and some information about an Abbeyglen native. Francine”—Beckett’s eyes danced in the streaming sunlight—“I’m about to solve your every problem.” Beckett stood up and gave my hair a light tug. “Prepare to worship and adore me. ↗

— Jenny B. Jones

#finley #life

Rule #1 in the Universe: the crap always hits the fan. It's the nature of crap. It's a fan magnet. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#iced #nature

Cal: "I'm really sorry, Professor, but how do you explain these ? Swiss Cake Rolls. That doesn't rhyme; it's not cute; it's not childlike. And this is one of our most-respected snack foods, is it not? How is that, Professor? Hmmm?" Eliot: "Well, isn't it obvious? We trust the Swiss for their ability to engineer things, to build with precision." Cal: "We do?" Eliot: "Do I even have to mention Swiss watches? Swiss Army knives? Swiss cheese? If anyone can build a non-threatening, non-lethal snack cake, it's the Swiss. They're neutral, we can trust them not to attack us with trans-fatty acids and sugar. I think you would feel differently if they were German Cake Rolls. North Korean Cake Rolls. I bet you wouldn't eat them." Cal: "I bet I would. ↗

— Brad Barkley

#cal #calliope #eliot #heather-hepler #humor