My whole life . . . two and two has made four.โ... โBut now . . . itโs all gone wrong.โ She shook her head. โIt doesnโt make four anymore. It makes you.
Sarah MacLeanI . . . hit him . . . elsewhere.โ โWhere?โ โIn his . . .In his inguine.โ โOh, dear God.โ It was unclear whether Ralstonโs words were meant as prayer or blasphemy. What was clear was that the woman was a gladiator. โHe called me a pie!โ she announced, defensively. There was a pause. โWait. Thatโs not right.โ โA tart?โ โYes! Thatโs it!โ She registered her brotherโs fists and looked to Simon. โI see that it is not a compliment.โ โNo. It is not.
Sarah MacLeanI had a perfect life in my reach once, and it was a crashing bore. Perfect is too clean, too easy. I don't want perfect any more than I want to be perfect. I want imperfect.
Sarah MacLean