Was he a good kisser, Ms. Lane?โ Barrons asked, watching me carefully. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand at the memory. โIt was like being owned.โ Some women like that.โ Not me.โ Perhaps it depends on the man doing the owning.โ I doubt it. I couldnโt breathe with him kissing me.โ One day you may kiss a man you canโt breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence.โ Right, and one day my prince might come.โ I doubt heโll be a prince, Ms. Lane. Men rarely are.
Karen Marie MoningSafety is a fence, and fences are for sheep. I would rather die at twenty-two, knowing the truth, then live in a cage of lies for a hundred years.
Karen Marie MoningThere was pain, but there was also joy. It was in the tension between the two that life happened. Imperfect as it was, this world was real. Illusion was no substitute. I'd rather live a hard life of fact than a sweet life of lies.
Karen Marie MoningI'd vowed years ago to go to the grave the same way I'd been born, just a lot more wrinkly.
Karen Marie Moning