Roberta Pearce Quotes

Those were my last words. To be listed in some book of quotations, alphabetically after Wilde:
Wilde, Oscar (of the wallpaper in his bedroom): "Either it goes, or I do."
Wilding, Adelyn (of the gum splooches on the sidewalk): "Ditto."

Speaking of which, about assuming you had a condom - I just meant that you, with your experience, would be prepared for responsible sex, even if it were on the fly. An intelligent man is prepared for spontaneity.

I don't like being kidnapped. Or manipulated."
"I've done neither, silly. Though I'd like to hear about your other kidnap incidents. The aspects that put you off the experience.

I suppose one starts out, as a child, being romantic and dreaming of adventure. Poetic. Then reality comes along, and with it, a whole lot of prose.

I don't believe that celebrity spokeswomen get their hair colour from a box.

The yellowy things on the tray were probably eggs, but they looked like they came pre-scrambled from alien chickens.

His discontent stemmed from dislike rather than appreciation for the hardness growing in him, and the fear that in another ten years he would not recognise himself. The fear that in another twenty, he would not even remember that any doubt had disturbed him. And that in some distant future, age and death would find him - the first person in history to utter on his deathbed: I wish I'd spent more time at the office.

My fantasy was that I was the long-lost switched-at-birth child of wealthy eccentrics. One day, they would find me and take me away from the gypsy caravan that was my life, and give me hot meals, a decent dress, and a pony.

When just a kid, moved back to Canada and looking for a taste of England, I'd picked up a book of my Gram's, a dog-eared romance from the 'sixties about English hospital 'sisters' trying to get it on with the doctors, and thought it very shocking behaviour for nuns.

I missed all the good stuff," I said, looking down at the gardens awash in early-morning light and cops. "Such as the gurney with the body bag?

For the record, sports cars have ridiculously small trunks.
I know that for a fact, since I found myself stuffed into one.

Admiring and a little overwhelmed by the simple opulence of the limousine's interior, she shook snowflakes from her scarf and tresses, hoping the rare effort she had put into doing her hair was not entirely ruined.
This is what you're thinking? Not: You just got into a strange car to do some verbal sparring with a strange out-of-your-league man you've already tagged as dangerous?
Nope. Thinking about the hair. Totally.

[T]here are not many words in the English language more lacklustre and less sexy than 'employer'.

Dressed to strip?'
'You know - expensive clothes that feel good in your hands while you take them off him.

What do you know about insurance fraud?
I knew discussions of it were not likely to lead to sex.