My philosophy is pretty simple โ any day nobodyโs trying to kill me is a good day in my book.
Karen Marie MoningMy city. I pondered that phrase, wondered why Barrons felt that way. He never said โour world.โ He always said โyour world.โ But he called Dublin his city. Merely because he'd been in it so long? Or had Barrons, like me, been beguiled by her tawdry grace, fallen for her charm and colorful dualities? I looked around โmyโ bookstore. That was what I called it. Did we call the things of our heart our own, whether they were or not?
Karen Marie MoningIt's so easy to lie. Whatโs even worse is how we cling to those lies. We beg for the illusion so we donโt have to face the truth, donโt have to feel alone.
Karen Marie MoningNo way. I'm not going in there. I draw the line at grave-robbing, Barrons. It's not your pen.
Karen Marie Moning