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1 " Would you mind repeating that? I'm afraid I might have lost my wits altogether and just hallucinated what I've longed to hear. "
― Jeaniene Frost , Halfway to the Grave (Night Huntress, #1)
2 " Of course not! I knew you would protect me. You swore that you were strong enough to protect Vivienne, didn’t you? How can you promise to protect my sister, but not trust yourself to keep me safe?” The music swelled to a crescendo. Although Adrian kept her imprisoned against the muscular length of his body, he gave up all pretense of dancing. “Because I don’t lose my wits every time Vivienne walks into a room. I don’t toss and turn in my bed every night dreaming of making love to her. She doesn’t drive me to distraction with her endless questions, her incessant snooping, her harebrained schemes.” His voice rose. “I can trust myself to protect your sister because I’m not in love with her! "
― Teresa Medeiros , After Midnight (Cabot, #1)
3 " My heart and my cock seemed to like the idea, and Whitney made me a slave to both, so my wits were outnumbered. "
― , Declaration (Preservation, #3)
4 " It could have been a second, an hour, a year, a hundred millennia; all were correct. The first thing I saw when my wits returned was the utter shock in Sethian’s eyes. It had been my thought that the experience was the elf’s doing. His expression was telling me I couldn’t have been more wrong. "
― Cristina Rayne , Claimed by the Elven King: The Complete Edition (Claimed by the Elven King #1-4)
5 " I took the plug out of the chemical bath of lust that my wits were soaking in and waited for it to empty. I smoked a cigarette while I contemplated the return of reason. "
― John Dolan , Everyone Burns (Time, Blood and Karma, #1)
6 " My hands felt electrically charged. My blood was ready to burst from my veins and my heart was beating a manic rhythm. I was frightened out of my wits but I was catching a familiar, addictive adrenaline wave. I was ready to taunt the reaper. "
― Bobby Adair , Infected (Slow Burn, #2)
7 " It was examinations (in school) that drove my wits away, as all emergencies do. Being expected to measure up was paralysing. It was never that Mother wanted me to beat my classmates in grades, what she wanted was for me to have my answers right. It was unclouded perfection I was up against. "
― Eudora Welty , On Writing
