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41 " My coffee was steaming, and I hunched over it while I watched the demon. His long fingers were interlaced about the white soup-bowl mug as if relishing its warmth, and though I couldn’t tell for sure because of the sunglasses, I think his eyes closed as he took the first sip. A look of bliss so deep it couldn’t have been faked slipped over him, easing his features and turning him into a vision of relaxed pleasure. "
― Kim Harrison , The Outlaw Demon Wails (The Hollows, #6)
42 " -¿Quieres saber lo que significa tener hijos?-le dije mientras se sentaba-. Pues significa que a veces tienes que dejar que tu hija haga cosas que te parecen estúpidas, confiando en que, el hecho de que tú no seas capaz de hacerlas no quiere decir que ella tampoco. Que tal vez ella es lo suficientemente sensata como para salir del embrollo en que se ha metido. "
43 " A veces se necesita que te den un buen golpe en la cabeza para darte cuenta de que lo que siempre has deseado no era lo que más te convenía. "
44 " El vivir una mentira podía desgarrarte de una forma brutal y hacerte perder el control en el momento más inesperado. "
45 " -Rachel, tienes que dejar de comerte la cabeza o lo echarás todo a perder-dijo su voz de seda gris con la lluvia de fondo-. La cuestión no es si podemos hacerlo, sino si prodremos vivir con la idea de no haberlo intentado. "
46 " You got canned. Outsourced. Pink-slipped. Handed your walking papers. Given the go light. Slipped on the banana. Served the dead slug. "
47 " You can’t forget anything,” I said, watching the words vanish into nothing. “And even if you do, it always comes back to bitch-slap you in the morning. "
48 " The ever-after is like a drop of time that got knocked out, sitting alone by itself with no past behind it to push it forward and no future to pull it along. It’s hanging to us by the ley lines, sort of. Your circles aren’t made up of differing realities, they’re made up of the stretchy stuff that’s holding us and the ever-after together, keeping the ever-after from vanishing like it should. "
49 " When desire’s sold for freedom/and need exchanged for fame/those choices made in ignorance/turn to bloodstained dreams of shame. "
50 " Living a lie tore at one’s being and leaked out in the oddest of places. "
51 " It's harder to fall in love with a man when he's killing people. "
52 " For the first time in a long time, I knew who I was and where I was going. And right now, I was going…this way. Happily into the ever-after. "
53 " Success at work. Having fun doing it. Caring for someone and supporting their interests because you like to see them happy. Having them care about and support yours simply because they want to see you happy. "
54 " Latte grande, double espresso, Italian blend. Light on the froth, extra cinnamon. Use whole milk. Not two percent or half-and-half. Whole milk. Put it in porcelain. "
55 " Good rice sticks together, "
56 " Mouse burger,” I stated again, arms crossed and hip cocked. “A weenie little man with the courage of a mouse. "
57 " Ivy looked up, clearly embarrassed. "I'm sorry about your men at the car. I didn't recognize them. They tried to stop me from coming in."My eyebrows rose, and Rynn Cormel's laughter shocked both Ivy and me. "If you bested them, they deserved it and needed the reminder. Thank you for correcting their poor interpretation of your skills."Ivy licked her lips. It was a nervous habit I didn't see often, and my tension rose. "Um," she hedged, trying to tuck her short hair behind an ear. "I think I ought to call an ambulance. I broke a few things. "
58 " Trent, do you have any weapons? Like a gun?” He looked at me in disgust. “You’re here to protect me,” he said as he closed the distance between us and stood beside me. “You didn’t bring a weapon?” “Yeah, I brought a weapon,” I snapped as I brought my splat gun out and aimed it at the ceiling where the sounds were coming from. “I just thought that since you’re a freaking murderer you might have a gun, too (...) "
59 " Hey,” the other said, coming to life. “You’re supposed to be in jail.” Al grinned at him, his white-gloved grip tightening on the wooden handle, which was intricately carved in the shape of a naked, writhing woman. Nice. “And your momma wanted you to have a brain,” he said, yanking the door open and slamming it into the guy’s face. "
60 " This can’t happen. Minias said it couldn’t happen. I’m not a demon. It shouldn’t work for me! I’m not a demon!” “Apparently,” Al said, slamming into the bars in time with his words, “you’re so damn close, it doesn’t matter! "