Samblanet Debra Quotes

Dear Lord, Please protect and guide Eve at her time of recovery. Life has given her a lot of emotional wounds, and now her physical body is mirroring this pain. Please take her hand and keep her safe. Let her live to lead a life that shows her the power of your love."
Together they added, "Amen."
Blake hated that it was all they could do right now. ~ Debra Anastasia

You've no idea what you're getting involved with." Cole closed his eyes. He seemed to be reaching inside to calm himself.
Livia took a step out of the pew. "Cole, I can't turn back now. My life leads to his. It's as simple as that."
"Two months." Cole looked doubtful.
"Four hundred forty-six smiles, plus two months of talking twice a day, five times a week," Livia corrected. ~ Debra Anastasia

No, I know for a fact that after-kidnapping sex is fucking wonderful. ~ Debra Anastasia

No matter what they said, I was alive. I had to be. At least in part. Because that once clear though screaming through me right now was: I don't want to die. ~ Debra Driza

I love you in such a greedy way, I'm guilty
about it." She tilted her head back as he moved his lips to her throat.
"Guilty is for crimes. Always is for love. ~ Debra Anastasia

The chickens don't remember that their wings were clipped...They just can't fly anymore, and they don't remember why or even that they once could."

-a bit of conversation between Ginny and her grandmother in The Memory of Flight ~ Debra Bowling

You can see with the proliferation of magazines, you know, that just focus entirely on that. So it just - it seems like there (was) a lot of fodder and a lot of stories and fun things to poke fun at and highlight. ~ Debra Messing

Commit to the moment, allowing your relationship to mature before permitting your conversation to jump ahead, because wherever your conversation goes, your heart will always follow. ~ Debra Fileta

When I was five years old I knew I wanted to act. ~ Debra Wilson

May I escort you inside, Mrs. Hartt?"
Livia bit her lower lip and nodded.
Blake scooped her up.
To be carried was such a basic thing. And yet it felt…Primal? Almost. Religious? Maybe.
She focused on his deep, even breaths as he maneuvered through the doorway. Livia laughed a little at herself. She was grateful for the simple act of Blake's breathing. ~ Debra Anastasia

Dear Livia McHugh
I'll be your husband. I'll be nothing but yours for the rest of forever. A single, simple day with you is something I'll refuse to take for granted. You have been the reason my heart beats since the moment I saw you, long before your hands actually had to do the job for me. Sleep in my arms. Wake up by my side. My beautiful love, be my wife and make me the happiest man. And I will never, ever lose count. Love always, Blake Hartt ~ Debra Anastasia

A mystery reader, confronted with a large mass of sudden detail, is going to go - subconsciously, at least - "Aha! somewhere in all of this the writer has planted a Clue!", and look for that; a reader trained exclusively in mainstream literary fiction is likely to say, "Aha! all this emphasis must point to something of Thematic Importance!", but an experienced reader of science fiction is going to assume that he or she is meant to take all of those details and out of them construct a world.

Which is why the writer of a science-fiction mystery with literary ambitions is trying to do a quadruple somersault off the trapeze without a net. ~ Debra Doyle

Beckett watched as Kyle danced. "Looks like Fairy Princess has wings."
It was as if she were alone in the room. She owned the space as she combined flying jumps with conventional dance club moves. No one could touch her talent, so they stayed on the perimeter as a backdrop to her unchoreographed show.
"She's always been a beautiful dancer." Livia sat down in a chair that faced the dancefloor and Blake. ~ Debra Anastasia

I think when it comes to Botox and surgery, actresses should do it or not do it, but be honest about their choices. ~ Debra Winger

I haven't written anything yet that makes me think, This is it! and I don't imagine I ever will. I don't know how it is with you, but when I finish something, even when I'm pleased with the results, it never quite matches the shimmering vision that was out ahead of me as I wrote. ~ Debra Dean

I'm not sure nine o'clock in the morning is ready for how fabulous your ass looks in those fake pants. ~ Debra Anastasia

I don't have anything to pay you with now," Blake said, turning toward Chaos. "But just tell me how much, and I'll make sure this debt is paid."
Chaos shrugged. "Dude, I owe Beckett. Just let him know."
Blake nodded and stood. Of course. Everyone owes Beckett something. ~ Debra Anastasia

Come here, sweet cheeks. You know how much we love the tongue wrasslin'. ~ Debra Anastasia

When she was this wild, he was a monster for her. He bruised her, took her blows, and fought to give her the pleasure she made him earn. ~ Debra Anastasia

Daring to approach the brothers' tension-filled embrace, Livia touched one of Beckett's coiled arms. "Beckett." She waited until his furious face turned toward her mouth. "I still need you. Here. I can't wait for him without you. You promised. I'm not man enough. Remember?"
Livia held her breath.
"You've got your sister," he said quietly.
"Let go of him, Cole. Please." Livia nodded at the puzzle of arms, each with its own agenda.
Cole looked reluctant as he stepped away, keeping his body between Beckett and Chris.
"It has to be all of us. Don't ask me how I know, but I do. We all have to sit here and hope for the best. Pray for the best. Even with that pile of shit right there." Livia didn't have to point; they could all feel pulsating of the evil that was lodged in Chris.
"We have to think about Blake - getting fixed, getting healed, getting back to us. Adding murder to tonight is wrong. It's all wrong. You have to make a different choice. I trust you, Beckett. You can do this."
Livia's earnest words seemed to make Beckett want to curse. His face boiled red for a moment. Only Beckett could hear Livia's gentle breath that pleaded, "Please."
Rather than leaping to action, he rubbed his forehead and took in great gasps of air. Finally, he grabbed her head in a giant hug. "For you, Whitebread. Only for fucking you. ~ Debra Anastasia

History is the view from the cheap seats. Distance from the action provides a unique perspective; one can recognize the plays and appreciate the totality of certain events. ~ Debra Komar

Why can I not stop talking? Livia watched as Cole set the dripping candles on a small table. If I die of embarrassment, they can have my funeral right here. ~ Debra Anastasia

Actors are there to represent the human condition back to itself. It's never about the actor. It's about the content. That's what I strive for in my work. ~ Debra Lawrance

When she'd finished, Blake took the paper from her hands. He folded it and put it in his pocket, where it nestled side by side with his music. He kissed her ringed hand, and then her bare one. He had no paper, but he spoke clearly and unhesitatingly. There was a slight echo as his words bounced around the cement platform. He borrowed her letter format to respond. ~ Debra Anastasia

If they'd caused you pain, I'd never have been able to live with myself," he said as he backed up a step.
"You might want to find another place to sit. Those idiots could cook up a plan for revenge."
"I can't leave." Green Eyes took a huge breath. "This is the only place where I get to see you." He looked like a man who'd just bet his entire fortune and laid his cards on the table. ~ Debra Anastasia

Livia pictured herself holding Blake's hand on a walk in the forest, the sun prickling through the leaves to dance on his face. She pictured his smile. She imagined she felt the gentle touch of his finger on her cheek. She pressed her lips together. He will kiss me again. I know it. ~ Debra Anastasia

He tenderly brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face. "Would you give me a daughter with your beautiful blue eyes?" he whispered, his face near hers. "First I want a son with your green ones." Nick cupped her cheeks with his hands, leaned forward, and kissed her gently. Straightening, he smiled down at her. ~ Debra Holland

My beautiful wife, welcome to forever. ~ Debra Anastasia

He felt no relief. He felt no closure. He knew then he would have to leave Poughkeepsie. He'd go very far away so he wouldn't be tempted to come back. ~ Debra Anastasia

Livia nodded. Seeing him puttering around in her kitchen, turning on the familiar faucet, solidified her feeling of destiny. She knew, staring at his back, that he would not go hungry again. She would have him, warm and safe, with her every day. It was perfectly clear. She would need to talk with her father. It was time for her to be on her own. ~ Debra Anastasia

Once I had started, I discovered the secret pleasure of writing a novel. It's such an immersive, deep commitment. With short stories, you're continually having to start again from scratch, but with a novel you only need one good idea every few years. ~ Debra Dean

or hit you in the turd hole by accident. ~ Debra Anastasia