#pens

We ran on the fuel of youth and hormones and ignorant arrogance, imagining we had the whole world and the workings thereof figured out. ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#mystery #suspense #thriller #von-strassenberg #william-drexler-the-third

Fo’ it be so clear to me now, with my family being black an white, that though we blacks have it very hard fo’ very long, we don’t own suffering. Abuse, slavery, injustice, an tribulation be part of human living. An if there be a question that be worth axing, rather than it be bout white or black, we might be wanting to ax how come it’s always us humans who be suffering an be mean to one another. We might want a be axing that instead. From: "Accidents of Birth Trilogy ↗

— Christina Carson

#love #race-relations #solving-human-problems #family

A child who does not think about what happens around him and is content with living without wondering whether he lives honestly is like a man who lives from a scoundrel's work and is on the road to being a scoundrel. ↗

— Jose Marti

#around #being #child #content #does

What do you want, MacGuffin, a duel?” “No.” Julian held out both hands, one palm flat, the other held over it in a fist. “Rock, paper, scissors. Two out of three.” Ty rolled his eyes and held out his fist, apparently willing to play. Julian hit his palm three times, and Ty kept time with his fist in the air. But when Julian threw a paper, Ty reached into his jacket with his other hand and pulled his gun, aiming it at Julian. “Ty!” Zane said in exasperation from the front seat. “Glock, paper, scissors. I win.” “You are an ass,” Julian muttered. ↗

— Abigail Roux

#julian-cross #m-m-romance #snark #suspense #ty-grady

He’d done it like he did everything else—with passion and total disregard for how much it might embarrass her. ↗

— Kaylea Cross

#humour #romance #romantic-suspense #funny

Some people possess talent, others are possessed by it. When that happens, a talent becomes a curse. ↗

— Rod Serling

#curse #happens #others #people #possess

Never run after a man or a bus, there's always another one in five minutes. ↗

— Cherry Adair

#military #romantic-suspense #humor

The moment seemed endless, but it was probably only half that. ↗

— Steve Toltz

#humor #relativity #suspense #time #humor

These were not the belongings of the past prisoner he had imagined. These were a lady’s things—hairpins and stockings and a glove. There were more clues waiting but William no longer felt certain he wanted to know the dark secrets of this cell. ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#historical-fiction-mystery #mystery #romantic-suspence #suspense #von-strassenberg

When reading dies, the imagination soon follows. ↗

— Ronnie Ray Jenkins

#mystery #romance #suspense #women-s-fiction #imagination