Suzanne Ferrell Quotes

Something was in her mouth. Sami's tongue slid along the edges of something plastic. Flat, low ridges, holes-an adjustable strap. A baseball cap?

Another taste. Hair spray. Gross.

Someone had stuffed her baseball cap in her mouth, and from the feel of it they had taped it in place. Her arms were tied behind her and she lay face down on the floor-of what? Her car. The carpeting scraped her cheek every time they hit a bump.

Panic flooded Sami's senses. She came instantly awake. Inhaling deeply through her nose, she willed herself to calm down. Her working motto flashed through her brain, panic never accomplished anything. Of course she had never been kidnapped and tied up before.

In the dim light of passing cars, she glimpsed things-paper gum wrappers, an old straw, one whopper wrapper, a CD cover.

That's where Sting went. Been looking for that for days. Man did she need to vacuum this car out.

A metallic scent hit her nose. She'd recognize that smell until the day she died. Blood. And by the odor, someone had lost a great deal of it. ~ Suzanne Ferrell

The men rode into Beaver Run like two horsemen of the apocalypse, justice on a white horse and war on a red. The few citizens walking through the muddy streets hurried to get out of their path, while those milling on the plank walkways stared as the duo passed.
Danger.
Long and lean, both sat their saddles with the ease of men accustomed to mastering both the beasts beneath them and the world around them. Their dusters hung to the tops of their boots and were covered in trail dust. Their hats, pulled low, cast shadows over their faces. Rifles were mounted to their horses' saddles and each man had a gun strapped to his thigh. ~ Suzanne Ferrell

Panic is never your best first option. ~ Suzanne Ferrell

Laughter greeted Clint's ears at the open doorway - rich, soft laughter, like the creamy center of a melted caramel. The kind of laughter that made you want to wrap yourself up in it and stay a while.

Clint stopped in the doorway, spellbound.

The boys sat on different sides of an antique four-poster bed, sunk knee-deep in patchwork quilts, sheets and what he would swear was an old fashioned feather-tick mattress. But it was the vision between the little boys that held Clint's attention.

Emma Lewis had the same rich, dark, burnt-copper hair as her sons, and the burns-if-she's-out-in-the-sun-longer-than-one-hour skin of most redheads. Beneath the wrinkled T-shirt and jeans she'd fallen asleep in, he could tell she was neither too thin nor too heavy, just the luscious type of figure Clint decided long ago he liked on women. She also possessed that wonderful laughter that had stirred more than his heart to life.

But when she raised the deepest cornflower-blue eyes to him, Clint nearly moaned. If he let himself, he could get lost in that open, clear gaze forever.

"Can I help you?" The remnants of sleep in her voice brought on visions of hearing her voice after a night of endless passion. ~ Suzanne Ferrell

There are much worse games to play. ~ Suzanne Collins

There's a benefit to losing, you get to learn from your mistakes. ~ Will Ferrell

my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together. the pain over my heart returns, and from it i imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks. ~ Suzanne Collins

I started as a playwright. Any sort of scriptwriting you do helps you hone your story. You have the same demands of creating a plot, developing relatable characters and keeping your audience invested in your story. My books are basically structured like three-act plays. ~ Suzanne Collins

A leather bag filled with food and a flask of hot tea. ~ Suzanne Collins

Want a sugar cube? he asks in his old seductive voice. ~ Suzanne Collins

But the real star of the evening is food. ~ Suzanne Collins

But love is so much more than words. ~ Suzanne Woods Fisher

The raw hunk of meat that used to be my enemy makes a sound, and I know where the mouth is. And I think the word he's trying to say is 'please'. Pity, not vengeance sends my arrow flying into his skull. ~ Suzanne Collins

You have no idea how much I appreciate your friendship," Jules said. Sam held out several bills. "Yeah, actually I do," he said. "It's probably as much as I appreciate yours. ~ Suzanne Brockmann

What bothers me is that health professionals give fancy names to conditions or learning difficulties that will irritate the patients; like OCD not being in alphabetical order, putting an 'S' in 'lisp,' and making dyslexia a word that no one can spell. It's just mean. ~ Suzanne Wright

If I get home, I'll be so stinking rich, I'll be able to pay someone to do my hearing. The woods always look different at night. ~ Suzanne Collins

How do you know? How best to ensure his nervous breakdown?" I ask.
"Keep going," Christian says. "Just go on as if nothing has happened. We all hate that. ~ Suzanne Finnamore

If the fucker tried to touch her, he'd find her pen – which she'd infused with hellfire – lodged up his rectum. He cast the object a wary look as he said, "Come on, luv, there's no call for rudeness. Let's start again. Hello Miss Wallis, I'm Silas."
"Yeah? Well, I'm bored. You can go now. ~ Suzanne Wright

The odds are never in our favour. ~ Suzanne Collins

What about Santa's cookies? I suppose 'parents' eat those, too? ~ Will Ferrell

There's no point in comforting words, in telling her she'll be all right. She's no fool. Her hand reaches out and I clutch it like a lifeline. As if it's me who's dying instead of Rue. ~ Suzanne Collins

[On middle age:] ... the very real possibility for you of growing fat as you near death and thus being seen by everyone while you are both DEAD AND FAT ... ~ Marilyn Suzanne Miller

Not Titanic," I said lightly, squirming in my seat.
"I don't blame you," he said, standing up and grabbing the blanket. "I hate that movie, too. Everyone knows there was plenty of room for Jack on that door. ~ Charity Ferrell

Peeta" I said "Stay with me"
I heard him say one word before the drigs pulled me under, I realised later that what he said was 'always ~ Suzanne Collins

Only.. I want to do die as myself ~ Suzanne Collins

After a moment, she said, "Yes. I think she will be good for you."
"You do?" He couldn't keep the surprise out of his voice.
"Si." She smiled grimly. "She will break your heart and leave you shattered and alone." She paused to think that over, then nodded approvingly to herself. "It will make you a man. ~ Suzanne Harper

Suffering occurs when something is taken for what it's not , rather than for what it is. ~ Suzanne Segal

Standing in the beam of refrigerator light, Malcolm squirted ketchup into his mouth.
"He's ... visiting," I said.
Vincent narrowed his eyes and his voice took on a fatherly tone. "Why's he here at midnight?"
Malcolm licked the inside of a mustard lid, then said, "I'm here at midnight because I'm fulfilling Katrina's desire. ~ Suzanne Selfors

There's nothing depraved about sex. Of course with a little creativity, some toys and a whole lot of dirty talk, you can change that. ~ Suzanne Wrightt

If you hit flesh, you're rewarded with a burst of fake blood. Our dummies are soaked in red. ~ Suzanne Collins

And you don't think falling in love can be traumatic and stressful? ~ Suzanne Van Rooyen

I pull the sleeping bag up to his chin and kiss his forehead, not for the audience, but for me. Because I'm so grateful that he's here, not dead by the stream as I'd thought. So glad I don't have to face Cato alone. ~ Suzanne Collins

Got it," I say. "Did you tell Peeta this?"
"Don't have to," says Haymitch. "He's already there. ~ Suzanne Collins

My heart slammed into my ribs and then my eyes closed automatically as his lips brushed mine just once. Every nerve ending in my body was alight with electricity at our connection. He clutched me close against his chest in a quick embrace. "Happy New Year," he murmured, his breath tickling close against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. ~ Lisa Suzanne

In her sleep?" I couldn't believe it. "How did she say it? I mean, did she sound angry?"
He frowned. "I don't know how she said it."
"Come on try to remember. Was it sad like this ... Owen? Or was it kind of sweet like this ... Ownen? Or was it- ~ Suzanne Selfors