Everybody has scars; some are more visible than others, that’s all. But anyone without a scar is someone I don’t want to know because it’s someone who doesn’t feel things deeply. You have to understand loss to recognize a gift when you see it.” He leaned over and kissed her again. “You are my gift. I want to be yours, if you’ll let me.

— Susannah Sandlin

He’d danced around that story about why he’d moved to Terrebonne more smoothly than an Olympic skater on ice.

— Susannah Sandlin

How ‘bout you, Jena?” He leaned closer, speaking in an exaggerated whisper. “We could go somewhere private. I know you probably got some scars from being shot, but you can’t see a scar in the dark, right?” The dick wad was offering her a pity fuck in a darkened room?

— Susannah Sandlin

Jena shook her head. “Paul needs a life.” “Paul needs a woman,” Leslie said.

— Susannah Sandlin

Jena took a seat on the sofa, and Cole found himself with another dilemma. Should he sit next to her or take the other chair? Such a decision shouldn’t feel momentous, but it did. It felt as momentous as a choice between the past and the future. It felt like a choice between friendship and maybe more than friendship. He sat next to her on the sofa.

— Susannah Sandlin

Living in a stupid country is living in a marsh! You are surrounded by the reptiles and the alligators! Refusing hell is the best path to eliminate the hell!

— Mehmet Murat ildan

Stimulated by the juice, I believe, men have even been known to ride alligators.

— P.G. Wodehouse

You don’t like to talk to people, do you? I mean, slamming the door in my face was a clue that was hard to miss. I’m perceptive like that.

— Susannah Sandlin

You’ve got forever, but that’s no time at all. You’ve got forever; and somehow you can’t do much with it. Furthermore, you’ve got forever; and it’s a mile wide and an inch deep and full of alligators.

— Jim Thompson