128 Quotes About Susanna-moore

This happens all the time," he said. "You know what I'm saying?""What happens?"Murder."I was silent."That's the thing about it. It never stops. Never.

I was suddenly afraid that if I seemed too upset or afraid, too crazy, he would stop.

He was silent. I waited, not knowing if he was asleep, men having the ability to fall asleep even when the conversation is about themselves.

The one thing she didn't teach me because I was always in a rush was to stick around. I was always getting laid on the run.

How do you get me into these fucking conversations? You think too fucking much.

I'm sorry," I said."You didn't do nothing," he said in surprise."I can be sorry even if it's not my fault."He looked at me as if this were a new idea for him.

He was anxious to go, reluctant to go. Ready to go.

Something I have never mastered. Something I've never even tried to master.

He resisted for a moment, laughing, nudging aside my head with his hip, and then with a heavy sigh, as if I were leading him to his doom, he leaned back on the bed, elbows bent, and watched me.