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Love shouldn't be comfortable.
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Find out what people want to do, then tell them to do it. They'll think you're a genius.
Connie Brockway
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Madam, I could teach lessons in hell on the subject of ‘want.’
Connie Brockway -
War does not ask which of its victims deserves to die and which does not. It is indiscriminate. Innocent as well as guilty fall before it.
Connie Brockway -
Has he ever even said he loved you?" "He's been telling me for years," she said softly, "I just wasn't listening
Connie Brockway -
You are my country, Desdemona.” Yearning, harsh and poignant, and she felt herself swaying toward him. “My Egypt. My hot, harrowing desert and my cool, verdant Nile, infinitely lovely and unfathomable and sustaining.
Connie Brockway -
I find sarcasm before noon sours the stomach.
Connie Brockway -
There are moments on stage when everything comes together. Then the kid in the front row coughs.
Connie Brockway
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Better to follow a woman’s example than mindlessly heed the dictates of men.
Connie Brockway -
You can figure out what the villain fears by his choice of weapons.
Connie Brockway -
She clutched the train ticket tighter and waited for the sense of escape to come over her as it had a dozen times before, that heady sensation of having just scooted through the clanging gate, of eluding the thrown net. It didn't come. She was running again, but she wasn't escaping. She'd been chased to ground a long, long time ago.
Connie Brockway -
If it's got a beard or a battery, you're going to have trouble with it.
Connie Brockway -
Robin had never been in love before, which is precisely how he recognized the sensation with such absolute certainty.
Connie Brockway -
No one ever fell in love gracefully.
Connie Brockway
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And enigmatic smile is worth ten pages of dialog.
Connie Brockway -
She had meant to woo him. In her own weird, unsettling way she had simply been courting him and he’d been too stupid to realize it.
Connie Brockway -
The heart doesn’t ask permission. It is singularly unconcerned with the qualifications of those it chooses to love. It mocks the intellect, it subjugates reason, and it holds hostage the will to survive.
Connie Brockway -
She felt abused, used, cherished, and pleasured. She despised him. She loved him. She mistrusted him. She had complete faith in him. “Ah!”
Connie Brockway -
I am not going to rape you, Mrs. Blackburn," he said, toweling off his face, as if accusations of rape were a daily and tiresome occurence.
Connie Brockway -
Some days you're the cockroach, some days you're the boot heel.
Connie Brockway