That attraction force which always happens between the reader and the book, i adore it when it takes place <3

Mary approaches her before she is able to reach her station. "Hello Lily. Get anything special for Christmas?""Just the usual." She answers. "Shattered dreams.

Are you an artist?""I'm a mess is what I am, " he says, holding on to the building for support. "A bloody mess. You 're the artist, mate." Then he's gone.

...in that dilated moment after sunset when the sky holds all the light...

He liked the way her smile infected him and infused a bit of heat into his cold bones—a warmth missing until he'd opened the door to her flower shop.

Nothing is more humiliating than to have to beg for work, and a system in which any man has to beg for work stands condemned. No man can defend it.

A good fighter usually knows, to within a very few seconds, when a three-minute round is going to end.

A man who has been an animal has infinitely more knowledge of that animal than a man who has merely dissected one.

I say the sentences again and again in my head until they sound right.

I worry about the men of your time, Grace. They all seem to be great fools. (Julian)

When I'm in heels - and I live in heels - I take on a different posture, a different attitude, different energy.